5.34 in the evening. just finished class, only the evening lot ahead of me now. God, Tuesdays are so long. And, after slogging my guts out over a hot lesson, I must cycle home and (almost certainly) cook for myself. My wife makes great soup on rare occasions, but I can count on the fingers of one arse the number of times I've come home to a hot meal. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I expect to be waited on hand and foot, it'd just be nice, every now and then, to come home and not have to do more stuff. Actually, the cycling home isn't too bad. It sure beats using the car, especially in the morning, and I'm starting to see the emergence of long-buried muscles in my legs and stomach.