I got home from work at about 5:00, which is unusual for me. I packed all my files and crap into my office and locked it up. I got into my cold car (I drive a state Jeep during work, a nice one, I might add, had 3000 miles on it when I got it, it's great to be Queen) and I drive home, so I can change my shoes from my work slippers (as close to slippers as I can find) and put on my work coat. I call the babysitter to say I need an hour. Now I get to go feed. It's dark, because I don't like to make them wait more than 14 hours between feedings, and I feed at about 8 in the morning. Feeding means driving to the pasture. Going into the barn to get alfalfa pellets, going into the pasture to retrieve the feed pans, bringing them out, hooking up the hose, going back to the haystack to get the extruded feed I feed as supplement or whole feed, as occasion demands. 3 quarts each for each horse and 1/2-1 quart of alfalfa pellets. I haul that shit the 30 feet or so to where the hose is... and water it down because my mare tends to choke because she must have a tooth that needs extracted or floated, and there's none within 100 miles capable of doing that, I've got to haul her, and I don't have a truck or trailer. So anyway, I water down the feed, put the hose in the water containters to fill them up, go back to the hay stack to get hay, go back into the pasture, lift out the cinderblock brick and the 30 lb rock that I have in the bottom, respectively (prevents them from #1, tipping over the feeders, and #2, from choke because they can't get a big enough mouthful, though the Arab is heroic in her efforts) I put out the watered down and now slushy supplement/alfalfa shit, which the Arab loves but Purdy loathes... then I get to bring my hay, divide it up, take it to the feeders, lift up the weights to plop down on top of the hay, then hose it all down. Then I turn off the water, disconnect the 30 ft hose, and drain it completely and assiduously, because just a little bit of water frozen at the nozzle end will mean I have to thaw out the hose before watering them next time...and horses without water with feed die from colic....roll up that goddamn hose.. And then it's to home, to home, to home, again. Oh wait, I forgot to pick up the kids, dammit. Okay, back to pick up the kids, bring them home, get them ready for bed and start all over at 7:45 a.m. tomorrow. I wouldn't trade it for any life in the world. Except maybe one where I didn't have to work in the first place.