* I went to math class. I spent the first half of class doing the homework that was due. I spent the second half of the class doing the homework for the lesson he was teaching.
* Oh, and I went up to the board and did a very nice integration problem and got my final from the last semester’s class and life was generally good.
* Soreness abounded. Shoulder holster or business shirt, I’m not sure which, rubbed my neck the wrong way. My feet, my poor abused feet, were horribly sore from the stupid shoes of doom.