I've found myself at a loss today. After rushing around trying to meet a deadline with the rocking horse and several other things, I don't know what to do with myself. I found that I liked having the pressure to finish - it was exhilerating!

Oh yeah - something I didn't mention yesterday. On the way back from the Mennonite (with my decidedly unMennonite daydreams), we passed a guy riding a horse north on hwy 231, just outside of Westmoreland. I waved at him but didn't think much about it at the time - he pretty much looked local except for all the turquoise he was wearing. Turns out, his name is Sam Blackwolf and he's riding from McCaysville, Ga. to Juneau, Alaska in demonstration of the exploitation of Native American artifacts. Very cool.

Not much going on today - I'm just spinning my wheels and trying to fight the futile fight of not pissing off Kitt...lol.