Day Off

Yesterday it became clear I've become a bit of a hermit.  One of my long time friends was getting married and I made the trek to her small town an hour and half east of here to join in the celebration.  The only problem was I really just wanted to stay home.  Which is horrible I know!  But I felt guilt at leaving my critters.  As I sat at the table surrounded by good cheer it was all I could do to resist calling my dad to check up on him - to ensure the dogs really were getting their play time, the horses made it out into the field okay and he was able to catch them.  

I'm seriously getting neurotic, always been something of control freak, but I'm becoming a hermit.  I've discovered that I get resentful when I have to leave my little furry family.  Don't get me wrong, I quite enjoyed getting dressed up and dancing, but I hated being away from my animals.  

Just think, this January I'll be sending Roxy off to the cutting horse trainer.  And he's talking about spending 3 months down in Texas (save on heating costs and avoids the high cost of hay).  Perhaps I'd better practice letting go before she goes off to school.  :0