My current and possibly brief obsession thanks to Jane Smiley's book Horse Heaven is horses. I was supposed to have my horse phase when I was like, 8, but I was busy going through a big cat phase then. So what should happen on my drive home on 32 but I see a sign for a horse farm for sale. I think it's this one but I'm not sure. It doesn't matter, I don't know anyone with two plus mil to throw around. It's not helping that the Potomac Horse Center says they are looking for stable muckers on the weekends. I love how they say "groom, tack, blanket, perform barn chores" as if we all don't know that barn chores is horse talk for poop moving.