It's the smell

Occasionally I need to give myself a bigger nudge than usual to make sure that I'm not pretending faking lying just a bit sad just a bit tired under-estimating my capacity for activity, and so today I made a non-negotiable appointment to go to the stables. I made no promises to do anything, just to dress sufficiently to cover my nakedness (if not quite well enough to be around livestock), drive there, walk in the gate and check in with the coach. OK, that's quite a lot by today's standards.

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