Yep, all of the above. I am doing better right now at wearing work shoes to the barn, switching to horse detail shoes, and then switching back to work shoes just before I fly off to work. Last year my Explorer would smell so much like horse poop once the heater was turned on. I was too embarrassed to let the car wash folks clean the mats so I did it myself. I get up at 3:45 have coffee, iron work clothes, let indoor dogs out to do biz, throw a lunch together, shower, use flat iron to make a hair-do, get dressed, throw on "something" over my clothes to catch the hay, change to barn shoes, feed horses, fill water buckets, walk down to stallion pen in the dark with feed and water, go in the other barn in the dark and get hay for stallion, RUN back up to the house, crank my vehicle, let everybody out of the stalls they were penned up in to eat, take off the "hay overshirt", change to work shoes,close up barn, go back in the house, let indoor dogs back in, fly out of the drive-way, wolf down a snack while driving, and get to work by 6:00. Now this summer with the heat wave and drought it made no sense to shower first. So I got up, poured a cup of coffee, headed to the barn in a comatose state, fed horses being sure to include all above ritual, came back in, drank more coffee, showered and got ready for work, tossed the indoor dogs outside, made a lunch, got dressed, put some mousse in hair, let little dogs back in, flew out of the driveway, rolled down the windows, and styled the "hair shorter than I could ever imagine wearing" with fingertips on the way to work. Oh, yeah, no matter the season the make-up gets put on in the dark on the way to work. About four DPS guys know me by my vehicle and always begin with "Is there any particular reason you were in a hurry this morning, Ms. Elder?" They all know I have horses. I have about a 50% success rate of being given leniency. No matter how tired I am the horses all get a cheerful greeting, babytalk, nicknames, and lots of affection. I see my "hay" sometimes on the office floor and discreetly dispose of it. Today my hoodie had hay in the "pouch." Not sure how it got there but I sprinkled it down the aisle of a warehouse as if I was the flower girl at a wedding.