
Like yesterday's riders, I am off to a bumpy start. It's too hot for wool. 101 degrees too hot. I even woke myself up at 6 am to get outside to comb before the monster wall of heat descended upon us once again. In spite of the early hour, I still made myself completely ill and had to retreat back into the house to recover. I had been doing my combing inside but that was before I put my new white couch cover on this weekend to impress my holiday visitors. As soon as I find the energy, I am going to re-cover the couch with something so I can drag my bucket of wool back inside where I can comb in comfort. As for right now though, I am so not interested in warm fuzzy stuff.










