I drove out to Hampshire to have dinner with my parents. My dad is having one of his knees replaced Tuesday, so I wanted to get out there and see him before the butchers got him. He keeps telling me he's going to save his knee in a jar, but I think it's just a threat.

They brought me out to show me the filly that had been born on Saturday. My dad said he went out to the barn in the morning, and there it was standing in the stall. I have very fond memories of my family going to Chick N' Dip for dinner and brainstorming names for the babies. I wonder what this one will be called.