Tomorrow might be a bad day.
Tomorrow I might have to choose to put my horse down. My five year old, friend for the next 25 years, best guy ever, horse.
It’s a long story. One which I don’t wish to recount tonight.
Tonight I am hoping beyond all hope that a miracle happens.
Tonight I can’t think about what this all would mean.
Tomorrow is not a thing to worry about, not as long as we have tonight.
I may sleep in the barn. Or maybe I will not sleep…in the barn.
I definitely won’t sleep.