I had been studying (off and on) for two weeks to pass a test for my boat license. I did the job and got 92%.  I am not an "A" student and was pretty happy about passing and passing with pretty good results. Danger decided that the trip that we had planned to a restraunt (a big enough deal since Liam makes the prospects of dining out a crap shoot) into a celebration dinner.  Eric was on his way so he came along.  

The food was great.  It was Korean beef BBQ.  The meat was kind of scattered with sea salt and when the first bits went on the grill, a bit like bacon, it spat and fired a small rock (a big grain) of sea-salt off my eye ball. 

Todays agenda: teach classes, pick up Liam at daycare, pick up my Koeran translator (ie. my wife, Danger), go to eye doctor, walk around for the rest of the weekend with an eye patch.