My Kingdom For A Horse

Well, as it so happens, I don't have a kingdom, but that's just a technicality. And, when I say I would give my kingdom for a horse, I'm really not talking about a real flesh and blood horse. I'm really using the idea of a horse to represent "energy". Energy is what I crave, and what I always seem to have a shortage of. It just doesn't seem fair. I was talking to my sister this morning, and she mentioned how my brother-in-law (her husband), had completed his soccer season (he coaches a women's college team), and needed to replenish his energy level. For some of us, this is definitely more difficult than for others.
Due to my continually ongoing immune system disorder, maintaining my energy is seriously problematical, and takes a great deal of effort, particularly in regards to diet and exercise.
So, I woke up this morning somewhere around 5 am, when my neighbor seemed to be loudly dismembering the body of her latest murder victim. Yep, I think she's a serial killer. There's no other explanation. At least once a week, early in the morning I hear her whacking away at something with an ax or a hammer. She seems very sweet and quiet when I see her, but that quiet exterior must be hiding a raging psychopath underneath. I really don't want to complain, to her or the property manager, because I might be her next early morning project.
Anyroad, after laying in bed for close to two hours (after putting earplugs in), I dragged myself out of bed, and while holding a gun to my head with one hand, went out jogging. Since then, for the last three hours, I have managed to shower and get Eddie's Castle (it's a very large cage) ready for the day. I am moving with the speed of molasses going uphill.
So you might have an inkling (slight idea) of how I feel about energy. Now, to the best of my knowledge, vampires don't exist, or at least there's no proof that they do. And the whole idea of drinking blood just doesn't appeal to me. But, if I could become a vampire that was able to drain energy from unsuspecting victims, well,  that would be a horse of a different color.
And so, now that we've come back to the idea of a horse once again, I will say, Be well, and stay out of trouble if you can.