If the stars align and the ground dries out from yesterday’s rains, my dogs will begin attending agility classes on the same night, for the first time ever. It’s like a Christmas miracle, come 8 months early. No more driving up the mountain twice a week. No more dragging my tired self to class on Mondays that began far too early with the wakeup call for masters swim at 4:45 am. All Tuesdays, all the time. Oh boy!