Twenty seven degrees out there. Out there, meaning, out at the barn. I'm on the couch, thinking about the barn. This is partially why I was never going to train horses, I'd rather be on the couch – coffee and computer. We pushed starting time from 6:00 to 6:30. Winter hours. Dreaming about the Iroquois in May, the John's Call in August, the Foxbrook, the Appleton and the big one in October. Of course, there are bigger dreams, too. It's that time of year. Dreaming and planning. Perhaps, not in that order.