This episode of Why Horses? Wednesday is sponsored by grateful significant others everywhere.
I am at the barn so much that I become invisible to the non-riders, the way the aisle-way muck bucket becomes invisible: it fades into the background: always there, occasionally out of sight, but nothing to bother thinking about.
Hang on.
Did I really just compare myself to a bucket of poop? Great. There goes the Pulitzer.
The Literary Horse 