It's 11:12 pm and I don't know where the day went. Got up, ate breakfast, took a shower, played with the two visiting grandkids for 10 minutes, then off to Angela's for a happy day of grading Interactive Media projects. Four hours ended up being six hours, and we're still not done. Driving home I was so tired I almost fell asleep three times on the highway, not a good thing.
We had dinner at Maria's Roman Room with friends, then more conversation and back home at 10. Managed to stay away from email and Twitter most of the day. So why does it feel like I didn't accomplish anything?