Three days.  Three weeks.  Three years.

Wait.  Is it three days, three weeks, three months?  Then three years?

Okay, I can’t remember if months is supposed to be in there.  I suppose I could look it up, but I’ve got an awful cold at the moment.  How awful of a cold is it?

It’s bad enough I keep trying to read a book while I’m laying all sprawled and sickly on the couch, but the words are too… wordy.

It’s bad enough that I sent myself home today from work at 3, after someone called in and asked for the number to the library and I gave her my personal cell phone number instead. I remembered in time, but just barely.  I hope she doesn’t try calling the first number I gave her, out of curiosity.

Blech.  The weather is too nice to feel this sick.

Anyways, the basic idea, for those who haven’t heard it before, is that you are supposed to pay attention a foal’s conformation at three: three days, three weeks, three months(?) and then three years(?), because it will be proportionate to what they’ll look like all grown up.   In between you don’t really pay attention, because they go through weird growth spurts, kind of like human kids do in junior high.

Wait…. I’m not sure three years is right.  Three years is pretty much all grown up, so of course you would pay attention to what a horse is built like by that point? Oh, forget it.  I’m too sick for all this math and thinking.

Here are some pictures of Reverie at three weeks old.  Enjoy.  I know I did.