Stable Instability
Today I got a thorough (no pun intended) washdown continuing the inevitable praxis following a show season. Karen always knows where to scratch me, I've always had a weakness for her porcealin contrectation. Cloppity clop. Sometimes I wish Karen were a horse. She's always so nice to me, and I think she'd look beautiful as an incandescent Appaloosa or a shimmering Palomino. But that's just my wistful dream, and I know she loves me even though we could never be..... more. Sometimes she just stands there and brushes me, and wiles away the day telling me about her life and her aspirations. I'm not sure she knows I understand, but I do. I do.