The Living Dead

I promise I haven't died. I come home feeling like I have: I'm working 10 hour days 6 days a week for the next month. So there hasn't been much time for horses let alone writing about them. I Stella is settling, well, OK. She's not terribly fond of her stall: the roof has a slope to it and it makes her nervous because she doesn't like tight spaces. She has come out of heat now (she went into heat as soon as we got there and was a peeing fool for the last 2 days, flirting shamelessly with anything that would let her) and seems to be more relaxed, but I haven't been able to do much with her. I'll give her another few days to settle in and then see what happens. As for me, I'm totally displaced. I moved back in with my parents, and my room up until now had been a guest bedroom. My stuff is all over the place: in the garage, in my car, my room, the basement...I haven't been able to find anything. I don't really feel like I'm anywhere in particular. I get up at 6AM, go to work for 10 hours, maybe sneak a visit to Stella, come home and collapse, then do it all again. Not exactly the life-after-college I was hoping for. Oh yeah, by the way, I graduated from college on Saturday. Minor details... More to come in the next few days!