Busy, busy day. You could spell it bizzy, but that’s just adding an extra letter and takes up more time.

Drove in to give my final exam this evening. Stopped by AAA to pick up a form they neglected to give me on my two other recent visits. The same very pleasant woman I talked with the first time was there today. She saw me playing with a map on my iPhone. She asked if I had the AAA app. I do.

“But do you have the other one?”

I do not. And if this conversation sounds at all familiar that’s because she and I had precisely this same conversation the last time I saw her, when she did not give me the form I needed.

But things happen. I had to drive more or less right by the place anyway. No big deal.

So we went to lunch at a place called Urban Cookhouse to meet with friends. They want you to buy local and eat urban. And it was spare and delicious. You could tell right away you’d soon be hungry again. But we all feel better about ourselves since this was the one meal of the day that was local and organic and probably healthy. Aren’t we the upwardly trendy types?

And then there was work. One meeting about cameras, followed by another meeting about some cameras in particular. And then a trip to UPS to package up some cameras. This took a long time, but you could have safely kicked the box down a flight of stairs, or floated on it in the ocean, without damaging the cameras inside.

And then there were Emails about the cameras, and a phone call about some cameras. And then I helped turn an office into a video location for tomorrow.

After that I helped a student with a tricky little coding problem. And then I had a snack, because it had been four hours since that spare, healthy lunch and I was starving. So I had some crackers while writing another Email about cameras.

Interject a few more camera things in here and you get the idea.

Finally came the final, where my students must present the fruit of their hard work in trying to simultaneously understand the mysteries of building a website and why the Adobe people put things in Dreamweaver as they did. The students all did quite well for themselves.

Nice guy that I am, I stuck around a little while to help with one on-going project. And the next thing I knew it was 9:30. So that meant an impossibly late dinner. My lovely bride, though is patient and likes Whataburger. It worked out.

Now all that’s really left to do is to calculate and tabulate the semester’s grades. I’m leaving this stuff out so any grading gremlins can stop by and take care of it for me overnight.