Owie

I'm getting old. Every day I have a new ache or a new pain, and what a pain that is. Ha Ha.

Seriously, today my list of complaints sits at:
1 sore neck
1 headache (could be caused by either the sore neck or the 50 gazillion things I have on my desk today)
1 sore rib/ab muscle
1 sore lower back (darn pesky slipped disk)
1 sorish knee

Oh, and also. Shrinking. I'm shrinking at 30 years old.

Now, maybe some of these can be contributed to the nasty smacking I got in hockey on Monday night. (No ones fault, unless skating with your head down in hockey is a no-no. Oh, it is? Huh, learn something new every day).

Anyways, I'm pretty sure the sore neck/knee/ab-rib thing is hockey's fault. But the others, the slipped disk and the sore neck and the shrinking. The pesky, pesky shrinking. Soley the fault of being old, decrepit, and crooked. (Did I say old? Yes. Old.)

Cold!

I think that Fall is here. I know! I know... September 22 or whatever, but up until this weekend, it's kind of felt like Summer was really never going to end.

But, it finally did and it was perfect.

The air was crisp and cold, with that hint of wood smoke. The leaves were at the perfect stage, most of them still on the trees, but enough on the ground to make a wonderful yellow blanket on the trail. We were bundled up in our fleece and down and gloves and it was wonderful.

We rode for a couple hours. The horses were frisky, and you could see their breath puffing out in front of them. Never an ear dropped - it was cool enough and there was enough of a breeze that they were looking, looking, looking the whole time.

And the wine, oh, the wine. What better way to spend a day than riding a group of gorgeous horses and ending up at a winery for a tasting, and of course a buying, and then riding back home for a yummy fall dinner.

It just doesn't get better than this.