This will make sense to horsemen, and nonsense to others. Ruby was always in the closest stall to the front door because she always wanted to see what was going on. When she wasn't eating she was checking things out. This morning I moved the second nosiest into her stall. EVERY SINGLE TIME I took a wheelbarrow out of the barn, my brain said, "Shit! I put the bay mare in the red mare's stall." Kinda like when you move a hay stall after several months/years. You'll go back to the old one forever.
I got in and out shortly after daylight so I didn't have to deal with anybody. Believe it or not Amy, horsemen can be self-centered pains in the ass!
Thanks y'all for the condolences. My Bride really appreciates them... as do I.