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All the horses at the barn are their most disreputable at the moment. the ground is not frozen, and when it rains it gets fabulous muddy and when it doesn't it is nicely scratchy and dusty, and everyone's coat is coming out in handfuls making the birds happy. I expect to see desperate nesting birds perching on the wooliest horses and plucking the lovely sift coat before it gets too dreadful. But I haven't yet. Even the George Clooney horse looks a little bit ratty; dusty, shedding, in need of a shave... sorry. slipped a groove there.

Aerin is moaning over Godot, which I completely sympathize with. I hated it, Al hated it. Beckett didn't know what he meant when he was writing it. Although that probably makes it a better challenge for the lit majors. more open to interpretation.

have some pussy willows. spring's here.