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From real life, my favorite horse of all time is probably Echo who I heard about back in 2015, and then mentioned in passing in this post about Bayes' Theorem on SSC. I linked to the article on Facebook and my mother then started sending me all sorts of articles about Echo and I loved reading them because they made me smile, which is the core of the question: "if you're sad, you can always find happiness in horses."

Sadly, Echo did not live very long (I think he was 26 or something?), but he had one final, very moving, happy chapter as a therapeutic riding horse.

He's in this video, too, doing something that made him happy in the last weeks of his life, which involved holding a trampoline in his mouth. The researcher is then talking about how "we don't want to harm any of the horses in this study, and Echo is no different from a patient with a broken leg or a depression that we are trying to help" -- which makes me really happy and is a very good reason to use horses to get at a phenomenon that would otherwise be hard to study.

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Other horses I like:

1. The appaloosa from The Black Stallion (1979).

2. My Little Pony.

3. The horses from War Horse

4. The "Hooves of Fire" parody band, from The Simpsons episode Bart's Chocolate Homer. Listen at your own peril.

5. Pegasus, from Yes.

6. Pegasus (various), from Game of Thrones.

7. And finally, The Pregnant Horse

Goodnight, star-aether! May you dream of electric sheep forevermore!

I'd like to say something very wise and insightful about the nature of work or productive effort or something, but the truth is I don't really know. I feel like I have so much less energy and so much less ability to think about anything for any length of time outside of work that my creative/social life has contracted to the point of near nonexistence.

I think I probably just wouldn't write. I wouldn't write because I want to write, I'd write because I can't not write.

This is a fairly unique situation for me. When I was in college, before I got sick, I always had a lot of free time, and I always used it to write fiction or do other kinds of creative work, because I wanted to and it was fun. But as I've gotten less and less functional, and been more and more reliant on very small doses of stimulants (30-60 mg of bupropion per day) to not be bedridden, I find I'm often too tired or too depressed to do even the smallest possible thing. Writing is the closest thing I have to an exception to this rule, and as a result is a lifeline, one that I may not be able to survive without. (Yesterday I was in a state of pure exhaustion and depression and I wrote because I thought I'd fall apart if I didn't. Since I wrote this post, I've given in to the urge to sleep and I feel like I've been cured, at least temporarily.)

I have no idea how this'll play out. I'm still working on the novel, but it's taking a long time. Since I really don't know what I'd do without it, I'm in a position of chronic uncertainty about it, and I'm constantly asking "if this isn't working out, what then?" (I don't know why I'm asking you about this. It's not like I'm looking for advice or anything.)

One of the least exciting things I've done in the last few years (years?) was staying home alone on a Friday night, while I had the flu, and writing a 20-page computer program that was designed to be relatively fast but was too slow for me to easily run it on my laptop, so I ended up "debugging" it by executing it on a cloud machine in a series of 10-minute bursts, then loading the resultant data into a locally running program, changing the parameters slightly and re-running the cloud code, etc.

The interesting part was when I'd get the cloud results and there would be some discrepancies. I remember feeling a kind of thrill as I realized I was looking at program state the computer had reached that I had never seen in a million runs before, because of some tricky dependency and my slow-down-speed-up process, and could I find my way through it and get to some interesting behavior? I was a detective with an investigation to pursue, but it was a solitary investigation and I was a very solitary detective.

That was probably the most fun I've had alone in a while. I was really enjoying myself.