To conclude his scathing critique of my Jungian interpretation of King Lear, Professor Paul Cubeta wrote in blood red ink, “But what a magnificent failure!” The phrase came to mind today as Cedar decided to let go of terra firma, in a couple of almosts at being a successful retriever. I found them magnificent. And it’s my blog. (And I did somehow pass Cubeta’s class.)

P.S. While we’re on the subject of magnificent failures, Katie texted me this clip of one of her classmates’ ski race the other day, which goes a long way to explaining why I always felt a kinship with ski racers.

Watch the goggles!