Aww, CVPeg, sorry to hear about the knee. We had one of those a few months ago when Z slid into-and-then-over the pasture fence. I must have gone out to feed about 2 minutes after it happened, because I found him standing on the other side of the broken fence looking absolutely shell-shocked and as though he had no idea how he got there. Here’s hoping B’s clears up quickly! And enjoy that indoor. I’m jealous.
I do miss many things about my younger-rider self: the courage, the willingness to get on any horse, the ability to fall and bounce back up… but my re-rider self is more patient (with the horse, although not necessarily with myself) and understands more. Riding has clicked intellectually for me in ways that it never did before and I understand more clearly what I want from Z and what I’m asking for and why. So I’ll take that as a good thing.