A Day at the Stables. Or Ten.

Right. So. Had a plan. A simple plan. "Go to the stables," I said. "Get a horse," I said. Seemed straightforward.

Turns out, the concept of "go" is more of a suggestion to my feet. Spent the better part of the day walking in a very determined, very small circle just outside the stable door. The stablemaster is now convinced I'm part of a new performance art piece about commitment.

No horse. But my boots are impeccably polished from all that shuffling. Victory? ...I'll get back to you on that.