Well, it's year end. I'm an accountant. I hate January. And my birthday is in January. I'll spare you the gory details, but I've done 130 hours since January 3, up til 1:30 am, phone calls in the middle of the night, it's been ugly. And last night, I sat at my desk in tears. Last time I did that, I went on stress leave and quit that job. So, today someone else is on call (although I got one call this morning). And off I went to the barn.
My darling little girl was happy to see her… Continue