And then my husband called me. Usually, this is a good thing. I'm crazy about the guy. ;-)
"Hi," he says, "someone hit me."
"Are you ok? What happened?"
Basically, he was driving our lovely paid-off car to work and some idiot girl ran a red light and t-boned him. The car is pretty well ruined. He is ok, but definitely feeling the effects of that level of impact. I spent the rest of the day doing insurance and doctor related stuff with him, and yes, the first day in March that it did not rain, I didn't get a chance to go see my pony.
Boo. About the wreck, the car, insurance in general, and doctors. Also the weather. It's cloudy and overcast again today.
I'm emailing about a couple of saddles, but I can't move on anything until we know more about the stupid insurance today. At least Brent is ok--it could have been a lot worse.
Izzy is supposed to start trying out pasture board today or tomorrow. Cross your fingers for us. I hope this works.