Work gets in the way

I can't wait till Tuesday.

What's so special about Tuesday, you ask?

Tuesday is the end of tax season.  The Suburban Cowgirl in real life is an accountant and tax preparer and these last two weeks have been crunch time for me, and it won't be over until Tuesday, the 17th.  I'll spare you the explanation of why it is the 17th, not the 15th; you can thank the residents of Washington DC for that.  Go Google it if you don't know the reason.

But to update the Dash saga . . . after consulting with some equine reproductive specialists and sending blood to the best lab in the country, the lab results did not indicate a reason for the ovary issue.  So the specialist suggested treating it as if it were a lingering corpus luteum (google it) so she had a series of three shots this past weekend that will shrink it, if that's what this is.

Nobody seems to think it is, but better to treat what can be simply treated instead of jumping to surgery only to find it was just a CL.

So that's where we are now.  Next Thursday we will do another ultrasound.  If it did shrink, it was a CL, and all will be fine.  If it did not shrink . . . it will have to come out.

Oh, BTW, we're getting snow Saturday.  Those robins in my orchard lied.  It's not spring at all yet, no matter what the calendar says.

And now I have tax returns to do.

And that's the latest from the Ranch.