!#@%

Well that settles that.

On the way home from work last night, I was eager to ride.  I was going to hop on Harley dressage, and we were going to get. to. work.  It was going to be amazing. And then, half way home, my belly/gut/nether regions I'm hating right now, said, "Uhm.. No.  You're not riding." 

With that, I parked it on the couch, cancelled my plans, and scratched the show.  I'm deflated today.  I had already backed off the test plans, but cancelling?  Bah Humbug.

I'll get some good riding in this weekend, but competing just isn't in the cards for us tomorrow.