Busy day. Spent most of it dealing with a dead horse in the swimming pool. This happens every year. I get the cover off, not a week goes by before I wake up ready to swim only to find a drowned stallion in the deep end. I’ve run out of space behind the garage and the city won’t let you bury anything bigger than a microwave in the front yard so I just have to hope the black birds pick its bones clean before the carcass kills too much of the grass. It’s going to be a n all-day Saturday affair dragging it out of the pool. Which is about how long it took me to get the thing into the pool in the first place.