Highlights from the past few days....

-- Going from pyjamas-and-last-night's-makeup to office-worthy-presentable, making a Starbucks run, and the drive to Nashville in under 90 minutes {{no small feat for me, particularly the zero-to-presentable aspect}}.

-- Making phone calls and pretending to be a wise, benevolent god of finance at a title company.  {{Just use your first name when calling, which implies that they should know you by that alone.  Oh yes.}}

-- When asked details I don't know, scrapping the deity concept.  "Let me double-check on that ma'am//sir, I'm just a temp worker."

-- Not quite sure if this is a highlight in the Joy-Elation sense, but a gaggle of girls stalked me around the Forever 21 store in Opry Mills examining the racks I touched.  It's a tough call between Freakishly Scary or Cute In A Stalker Way.

-- And this definitely isn't a highlight in the Joy-Elation sense: a kiosk worker at Opry Mills stopped me and I first thought he was trying to sell me something.  "You wear a ring?"  "No thank you, I'm not interested."  "No, no, you wear a ring?"  Man holds up left hand.  Mine is firmly inserted in a pants pocket.  I look at my visible right hand.*  "No, I'm not wearing a ring.  I'm allergic to the metals."  Man grins.  "Noooo, a ring!"  Points at my left hand, points at the ring finger of his own.  "Uhhhhh.... I have to go now...."  Perhaps not the most eloquent response, but I doubt anything more would have been understood, as his English was a bit spotty.  Trauma.

-- A run-in with the unknowing love of my life {{granted, there are many of these}}, Capuccino Man.

-- Prix-Saint-Georges dressage riding at Miller Coliseum.  Oh, sweet heaven.  Never have I seen more beautiful riding.  The freestyle to music routines were all right, but the seven-minute tests where the horse seemed to be floating above the ground were my absolute favourite.  Beauty.  Almost makes me want to climb back on one of the beasts.  Almost.  Hmmm....