Monday morning post-Regional finals, in years past, has been a day traditionally spent recuperating in the fetal position. But not this year.
Firstly, I had to return to the barn early to unlock the truck, which I had locked the night before with the keys—and all of my, Allison's and Molly's stuff—on the inside. Doh.
But more importantly, this year's competition season is not ended by the Regional finals. This year we have a National finals, which both Fender and Kristin on Billy have qualified for, and so in two weeks we're off to Kentucky for one more show.