This morning got off to a glorious beginning. On waking, I listened to some newly recorded music and let it wash over me. It was still in me as I went out to check the ranch. The sky greeted me with this . . . and more. I have been a bit under the weather for the past couple of days, as well as having had an emotional thunderstorm, or two . . .This is a new feeling . . . I am not at all certain what to do with it . . . but I know that it is what I must be doing . . . as difficult as it is. Autumn is an interesting time. I could've taken my shirt off to feel the sun . . . but, today, I was taking my jacket off to feel the cool rain, as it dropped through warm air. I was walking through the pasture intending to ride Indio, thinking that was the place I needed to be. As I walked across the fields . . . the further I got . . . the more it seemed my bed was the place to be. I have been striving to keep myself in that place I want to be, to feel that there is nowhere else in the world that I would rather be. That has been more difficult lately. I have been finding things to keep myself occupied. I might be getting better at it.I was pulled from my bed to write this. Now that I have written it, I can rest