I spent an hour or so sweeping the aisle and putting bedding in the stalls. Seriously, an hour? That's kind of ridiculous. I guess I also spent a while talking to Cari, but wow I didn't think about that.

I rode Keno and he was a little uppity but fine overall. He was getting pissy over my hands at the canter so I loosened up and he still made beautiful balanced circles without dropping his shoulder, and I didn't have to put my inside leg on him nearly so hard. I think maybe I should just spend some time running him so he can get some of his jerkitude out. We haven't been cantering that much lately, and when we have, it's been lots of circles.

We worked Dylan, he was full of energy so I just lunged him enough that he'd pay attention, and he pulled the tire. He did very well. We need to get him to stand still.

At this point, the people with the Percherons arrived. Robert's plan was to have them tack up in the hay barn, and have me harness up Reno in the main barn (Wisteria?), and when they went over to the wagon we'd sneak into the hay barn and hook the cart on, and I would drive away into the sunset. It actually worked pretty well, Reno and I moseyed around the field. Exciting bits included fan-turning by the water to avoid playing Chicken with the Percherons, spooking at the ground (dork), and trotting through the twisty bits. He also gave me the minimum amount of prance possible with Reno, so he was really on his best behavior. Except trying to either whomp me with his head or bite me. I wasn't a fan. Neither was he, afterwards.

At this point it was nearly three, and I thought perhaps Robert etc. would come back, and I could run and tack up Luca and Luca could actually get to go outside. So I made up feed and waited, and did not see them. At this point I saw Dylan and Spot grazing peacefully together. Dylan's doors were closed. He opened the one into his run by sheer force, which was impressive. He ran away as soon as I walked in Spot's stall, but cuddliness won out over wariness ("OMG she's scratching him I want scratches! .... damn!").

Where can I put him?

I checked the far barn. Nothing was really prepped for a horse, or at least nothing that included a turn out. The near barn wasn't either. Robert would figure this out.

Where was Robert?

Out with the Percherons.

Meh, I said. I don't feel like doing anything with you. But I need to drag you around with me. So hey, guess what? You're crosstied.

Twenty minutes later, there was finally a Robert and a very impatient, but quiet, Dylan. Also I got to read a significant portion of my book. Win-win.