No, I'm not jumping the queue for Christmas. I think I overdid it over the weekend, what with the standing up for hours on Friday and the sitting in a hard pew for hours on Saturday and the riding lesson on Sunday and the longeing and riding on Monday... and my poor old back is stiff as hell. I'm walking around like the Mrs O'Whiggins character on the Carol Burnett Show. Or Tiny Tim, who is the first character I think of when I think of limping.

Quasimodo is a few degrees away.

I have to vacuum because my parents are visiting this weekend, and my mother is allergic to the cats.

There is blue lotion in my future, and lots of it.