Cute on the hoof

I don't particularly like horses, but the herd that hangs out across the Truckee River from where I live has a new baby, which I saw today for the first time.

White face and feet, mahogany body, legs that reach the sky.

Live free, little one.

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I'm healthy? Yeah, sure

My hypochondria is raging. My day generally begins sitting at the kitchen table while a life-long smoker sucks on burning tobacco sticks to start her day.

So, I hope, what the morning coughing means is that I'm inhaling poison, not reacting to a killer virus. That coughing started months ago.

And the tickle in my sinuses and throat are familiar, hated, seasonal allergies. And the sneezing fits, usually three in a row, twice a day? Damn allergies?

We have no oral thermometer, or any other kind. Is that fever? Is it my imagination?

Excuse me, I have to go sneeze. Again.

💀

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Fists will fly

There will be massive incidents of domestic violence, what with the Big Shutdown.

Millions of women will be beaten to bloody pulps, or murdered by their drunken, useless men. The carnage is preventable, but first the cops have to care about women.

On the vaguely brighter side, there's a baby boom coming in 9 months.

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