Only in a horsey family would a conversation occur like the one I had with my sister last night.
I called to apologize for the delay in sending something to her. I verbalized my pathetic excuse, “The day ran away with me.”
“Who ran away with you?!,” my sister yelled into the phone. “Dini?”
Faithful readers of my blog will recognize the name of one of the horses I’ve had in training. Now Dini has never run away with anyone, but I think my sister just began going down the list of potential runaways with a horse whose name began with a “d.”
“No,” I said. “The day ran away with me.”
“Oh, thank God,” said my sister.
And I do, for many things, including not riding any runaways in recent memory.