My rabbit-eared, water-logged (from the bathtub) science fiction novel (To Say Nothing of the Dog, Connie Willis, time travely, highly recommended) is also piled on the top for good measure. I read approximately one paragraph of fiction a weeknight (one whole page if I'm lucky) at bedtime before I pass out in utter exhaustion. Horse-related and other reading I squeeze in as I can. I usually have two or three books going at once, which is not very efficient, but very interesting!

What do I want to learn today? To tie some knots for securing manties, etc. It's beautiful outside, and I have trail riding on the brain.

My husband's a sailor (former Navy nuke on a fast attack sub in the Pacific and longtime bass boat owner), and can tie any kind of knot you want. I am completely challenged in this area. I just don't see things like this very well. He went to a packing seminar last year while I was at an equestrian vaulting clinic, so I want to learn more about horse packing too. I could spend all morning thumbing through all of my horse books leisurely, learning, remembering, being reminded of things I might have forgotten. I read bits and pieces of all of these as I can and try to get a broader view from several equestrian's voices. Like having a group of horse experts in my kitchen.

Now to put all of these books back under the bed, where they will no doubt continue to breed like bunnies. (Or is their proliferation due to the fact that the bookstore is one of my favorite places in the world?). I am a pack rat.

I wonder where my packing book has disappeared to?