Today was a nice day but a tad nippy, so I wore my jacket (see previous post).
I roamed about doing as I pleased. At bedtime I got Mabel the mini-Mancha booted out of my private stall where she was sojourning for a couple of days while she waits for her turn in the honeymoon suite.
She is not as bad as some of the full-size LaManchas (Winnie), but I'm sorry, does the word "private" not mean anything any more?
I signaled discreetly to the manager to have her removed when she started eating my special hay after I had told her not to touch it.
The farmer advised me from now on to live for today and to stay in the moment, so that's exactly what I am doing.
I did not mention that that's what I was doing before, too.
