So...

I got home covered in mud and with frizzy hair from tramping around the barns (tramping in the walking sense, I did NOT encounter any hot stable boys).

Now, after a mere 3 beers I feel rather buzzed, kind of like before a grade 9 dance. I guess there is something to be said for not drinking for awhile, makes for a cheap night.

You know what's bugging me tonight? People who tell me "You've got to get over your fear of flying, you are missing so much". Did it ever occur to them that I am not overwhelmingly interested in travel?