Horse. Shit.

Here's a horse I've known for a while, bought him in an antique shop in Trinity many years ago.

Not a great day, a friend's husband died suddenly. I'm struggling with the Blip concept because this is my journal, but it's public so it's not really a place where I can write about this sort of stuff. I guess Blip is more a place to capture the good times.

Count your blessings, blippers, and give your loved ones an extra hug tonight.