Agility season (like allergy season) is in full swing, with competitions just about every weekend now. I was intending to write a full account after each one, but here it is late Friday evening in June, I've been to four competitions in the last six weeks (none reported here as I write this), and I'm off to another one tomorrow. So tonight's goal, as I wait for Monika's return in the wee hours from an end-of-the-year fun trip to Ljubljana--and then get up before the butt-crack of dawn a few hours later--is to dutifully start filing reports of the ones already gone by. Turbo agility blogging. I'm post-dating this one so it'll be on top.
Believe it or not, there are actually people out there who read this shit, and find it interesting. But even if they didn't, I would still yield to the compulsion, to have a record for myself and to help me analyze our performance, and try to improve on it the next time.
My excuses for not getting to this sooner: I've had a flurry of translations to do (hvala bogu--they pay the bills), along with a load of garden chores, the usual responsibilities associated with parenting and running a household, plus I'm lazy and undisciplined. As for the ongoing struggle against U.S. imperialism, well, my shoulder is temporarily off that wheel, but thankfully there are stalwarts like Eli to keep up an unrelenting attack. We dog-owning single mother peasant women are allowed to take a day off now and again, especially during the agility season.