Running out the door in five minutes to Kona’s first agility class, I’m typing this in fingerless gloves.

If we take the back road to the class, she might start whining; she knows where we’re going. She loves going to school.

Was saved this morning by Brian’s spare headphones, though the ones he loaned me were exceedingly crummy in sound quality and design. Whoever thought it was a good idea to pinch the top of one’s ears to hold a headphone in place never actually wore them for more than one minute.