Uneventful day today. Traffic seemed to be far worse than it should be for 0545am and the flares were already set up, so I knew it was bad mojo. The reason [www.washingtonpost.com] is enough to break your heart.

The Cocaine Blues, Johnny Cash's version from Folsom in 1968, is on permanent repeat in my head. Try singing about shooting your woman down, under your breath of course, around the wife and later the kid. It's not easy.

Home early... err, on-time, from work to take the kiddo to Daisy Girl Scouts, wherein we learned about strong and courageous women. With so many to choose from, I was surprised to see Sybil Ludington, whose 40-mile ride, a la Paul Revere, featured a stick and horse named "Star", which has now come into our panoply of strong and courageous horses.

Needless to say, since we beat the rain home, someone needed to pretend to ride a horse in the dark tonight. Having a 300-foot driveway occasionally has its advantages, although its usually against Missionaries and Trick-or-Treaters. I'll leave it to you, dear reader, to imagine the depths of darkness, miles from the nearest fire hydrant, here in bear country, along that driveway. I stood in the cold and watched her canter away toward the house, not so fond of the galloping in the dark, and wished from the bottom of my soul that we could freeze the moment. Can't and shouldn't, I guess, but I'll save it here, and you can share some too, plenty to go 'round.

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