Maybe I'll blame it on the sleep that has eluded me over the last couple of days, or perhaps the nasty cold that is beating me down. I could even blame 'Daylight Savings Time' for throwing me off the horse, but whatever the case may be, I find myself dazed and confused, lying here in the dirt.
I haven't had a good cry in a while, but I certainly didn't expect it to come on the way it did today. All I did was take an aspirin, and out of nowhere I broke into weeping. I guess when you realize that you're face down in the dirt and your horse is galloping along without you, it's a good time to cry. Or maybe it's just a good time to pick yourself up and get back on the horse.
I suppose I should be dusting myself off and running after my horse right now, but I think I will just lay here in the dirt for a while. My horse won't get too far before he realizes I'm gone, when I regain my strength I will catch up with him.
There's far too much on my mind to bother with, so I will say good-night. And a special message to all of you who also are face down in the dirt wondering how you got there, don't be afraid to lay there for a day or two but make sure you don't grow roots!
