The weekend was going to at last be an opportunity for mass posting and writing and catching up, but as is often the case, life interrupted all that when my wife got bucked off of a horse. I love writing and what I do here, but my wife's well-being trumps all else. She's fine and the horse (George, our eleven-year-old gelding) is fine. It wasn't either of their fault. He got terribly spooked by a crazy old horse running up at him from behind to his left side. Horses have no depth perception due to their eyes being on either side of their head, so he instinctively kicked at this thing coming up on him from behind even though it was 20 yards away. Ashley just got dumped off his back and hit the ground, pulling some muscles in her neck and just barely hitting her head. If it's not one thing, it's another. I'll be doing my best to get back into the swing of things later this afternoon.