This is the problem with modern horse racing. In the quest to breed faster horses we breed more fragile ones. In ye olden days, a horse didn't retire at 3. In the 1960s,
Kelso raced until the age of nine, winning thirty-nine of sixty-three races, an unprecedented five Horse of the Year titles, five divisional championships, set or equaled eight track records, and set three American standards. I don't think we'll ever see horses like that again. Of course there's always hope--there was the late-blooming
Cigar, after all. But the sport really needs another Kelso. Even a horse with half his achievements would be more than we have now.
The pizza in the oven smells about ready. It's a no red stuff pizza: pesto, mushrooms, yellow tomatoes, orange peppers, zucchini and feta. The tomatoes were orangy enough that it rather resembles the Irish flag.
It turns out I do get my own office at the new space. That is a Very Good Thing.