For the last day of my vacation, I get to go for an all-day horse ride. But for some reason I'm really tired, and I fall asleep on the horse and sleep through the whole thing, waking up just a couple times, briefly, to know that I'm still on the horse.

We stop at the end, but my horse is looking for something. She rushes around here and there, peeking around and behind all the bushes and fences, almost knocking me off by coming too close to various objects. The leader of the horse ride, a Mexican cowboy, remarks that she's really looking for something.

Then my trip takes me to my house, just a brief stop for a shower before setting off somewhere else. Natasha is with me. When I get out of the shower, I notice that she has draped the furniture and counters with white sheets, and I wonder what that's all about. Upon closer inspection, I notice that she has respackled the grout in the bathroom while I was in the shower, so that's why all the protection. It's odd that she's putting this work into the place and I wonder if she'll ever be here again.