Is it Really Monday?

I slowly scraped myself out of bed 23 minutes late and was informed, that yes, my alarm had gone off, and yes, I had slapped the snooze multiple times. Hmmm....I don't remember that....

Six a.m. Crossfit, though a full house with three new people, passed by in a fog. Can't quite remember what the workout was, but I'm plenty sore and the Rizzo leg hurts like hell, so it must

have been good.

Post-Crossfit, I buckled up the doggies and got everyone out for a walk. I think it was pretty uneventful, though we saw a grey egret and a white crane, or maybe I was dreaming.

Mondays are agility days. Zac and Zoey attended today. Zac was about as sleepy as I was, and we made a good team. I was not able to keep up with Zanax Zoey; she was sassin' back big time about it, too.

So, I'm fighting off a major urge to take a nap, and the sleeping Shelties, festooned about the floor and the sofa are doing nothing to dissuade me.