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The first incoherent blog. Good God. I know I have been away, and trust me, it's not for lack of happenings. Saturday was the high-intensity day I had expected it to be, and when I was still on my feet at midnight finishing x-country course jump markers with Casey and Carey (and Sophie, Carey's beagel shepard cross), my right knee gave out for about the hundredth time that day. It happens often, really; my quad doesn't fire as a result of my previous injury, and I just sort of let myself crumple as it generally seems easier than trying to grab onto something solid last minute. This time, I strained my entire left side. It's the right knee, mind you, that doesn't work well whatsoever. And my right ankle and heel with the torn tendons. So this time around, I've compounded it with a pinched nerve in my back, a strained muscle in my left hip, and a brand new locked meniscus tear in my once upon a time good knee. And a second ankle that won't hold me up. I am so glad we invested in nice new comfy couches, I can't think much beyond that right now.

I have started my list of major plans for the week and with the convenience of text messaging and emaill, have been okay running a virtual office so far. It definately leaves more room for communication fall throughs but I'm sure it's good practice for the team for us to have to get things done this way.

I miss the gorgeous weather that is just on the other side of these windows. I am concerned about who is going to ride Bandit (he is doing so well; I hope Kathi will help some of my w.s's on him). Carey is exhausted. She closed on her trailer last week and hasn't had a day off since. Now I am completely incapacitated so instead of having me as a backup while she is stressed, she is having to take on a load more. Jessica is overwhelmed because she planned on going home to Tennessee this week to pick up clothing and see her family but is having to postphone it til I can get around at least a little. She and Carey could back eachother up a lot easier if they had the time to communicate with eachother but instead I've been holding a four-way seventy-two hour blackberry conversation between them and Kathi.

Casey moved Cloudy into the living room to keep me company. His cranky little birdie face is watching everything I do and he's trying to decide if he is petrified, amused, or both.

Codeine and Valium are making me spin and I need a break from the worries. I know the horses are well cared for and that I've done my fair share of work via net today so I'm just going to curl up and sleep until my back stops twitching.