Countess

Thanks for all of your good wishes.

I was just out at the barn and Countess seemed more alert, in less pain.  Besides Epsom salts and saurkraut, Marc had changed to a different antibotic (a sulfid?) and Faden has done a raki season.  Also, I dreamed last night that she was improving, for what that's worth.  We'll keep struggling with her.  She's too nice a girl just to let go.

I rode Leon today and he was full of beans.  There were moments of near panic -- is he about to run away with me?  What if I fall again and break more bones?  He didn't, though, and neither did I.  It occurs to me that I've never engaged in a physical activity before that requires so much self-control, with such dire possible consequences.   If a horse bolts, only the rider can stop him.  One has to go from fear to calm immediately, in mind and body.  I don't know if this will carry over into other crises.  It does, though, give me a very visceral appreciation of what Jame experiences, riding Death's-head.