It seems I have gotten into the habit of starting to write a post, and then decide that I am trying to be too deep for my own good. I end up sending the unfinished post into the bits and bytes of the netherworld that exists when you shut Word down without saving. I have been enjoying reading your posts.
Time change didn't hit me too hard on Sunday, but, it has been killing me all week. If one of Obama's changes for a positive future included the elimination of DST, I would vote for him in a skinny second. Heck, I think I would go if he just promised to move it from Sunday to Saturday. World Peace? Nah. Don't screw with my sleep – you have my undivided attention.
Bad news with Bandit. Seems the guy is just too old. He has been puttering out lately, so we might be looking at our second lease. I have not had as much time out at the farm as my girls, but when I have gone it has been a lot of fun. Something about tacking up the horse … helps me escape for a bit (no pun intended). I will post more about the big boy. Hopefully, it's just a mood thing, but, as I said, he is old.