Mark suggested yesterday that doing in class critiques is like running a marathon. Perhaps it's not that exhausting, but it's close. Three hours of looking at work and responding immediately to it challenges the mind. Luckily most of the work was pretty good (first year classes can be very unpredictable).
Here is William on his way to school on 'fashion disaster day' last week.
It's February fifth, a special day for Margaret and I, so we barbequed some steaks and had a lemon cheesecake that I baked last night that worked out perfectly.