It was still Sunday, the first day of daylight savings time 2014.
The falling back and losing an hour of sleep thing had thrown us all for a loop, and everyone needed a mid-morning nap.
Lucy, George and Alan took theirs in the woods.
Hank preferred to work on his tan and his sleep in the bright sunshine nearby.
I tip-toed over to Mr. Sleepyhead and plopped down next to him in the warm dirt.
What do horses dream of?
Tall grass? Shapely mares? Bunches of carrots?
Hank: Must you?
Me: Didn't mean to wake you...sorry!
Note to self: see if shutter silencer is available for camera.
It took but a moment for Hank to get right back to his dream. Whew. I was feeling pretty guilty.
Hank: How am I supposed to sleep when I know damned well that these pictures will end up on the internet?
What if she catches me with my mouth open? Or drooling?
Me: Quit your worrying. You look handsome no matter what you're doing.