Twenty miles on the bike this morning. So the decadent lunch I had was OK, right?
I had my doubts about the menu in the cafeteria, but they had the best tender pork shoulder ever. And there was dressing. (It isn’t nearly as good as the dressing made by the ladies in my family, but for mass-produced starch-based food you’ve ever had.) The man that dipped my choices said “That’s the soul food, there!”
Yes it was.
Grading in the afternoon. And that got me down to just three things left to grade for the semester. This is progress.
Another day in class, another two hour session with Dreamweaver. The students are building webpages and they are coming along nicely. The lab, though, is very warm. Too many iMacs makes the room a sauna, I suppose. And if that’s as bad as your day gets, you have it made friends.
(I do.)
In the evening there was email, and plenty of it, returning phone calls and reading. Always with the reading.
And since it is Thursday evening, where the energy of the week begins to escape me, I’ll let Conan bring it home. I agree wholeheartedly with his Cap’n Crunch argument, but for the real fun stick around to the 2:15 mark.
Tomorrow: road trip!
