Print7:30 p.m. An early night check. Midge, who is not shy, has unhooked his stall guard and is banging it around, thinking it makes a pretty slick toy. Apparently he thinks he's a pretty big cheese. I went to hook it back up - without it, he pulls all the blankets, fly masks, and halters off his and his neighbor's stalls - but he looked so smug I left it down. I'll clean up the mess in the morning.
9:30 p.m. I'm posting this blog and heading to bed early. But I think I'll pop a Tylenol PM. Just in case.
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