It's pouring rain. It's also about time to get in my car and drive out to the hotel in the central valley (Madera) so I'll be ready to do agility at the crack'o'dawn tomorrow. Probably also in the pouring rain.
I've been feeling this week like I don't really care about agility. Another sign of my grief and depression. So it's not like I'm *not* looking forward to this weekend--I'm just not looking forward to it. I'm apathetic. But it's better to go than to stay. I did have a good time last Sunday when I managed to not be thinking about Rem several times during the day.