10.30 am
Curled up on the futon with my blanket wrapped around me and the front door wide open. A delicate compromise between warmth and fresh air. On the agenda today we have corporations (it would be rather nice, for once, to have an actual reading assignment rather than guessing), reading through precis' for my writing seminar (although I claim hall pass on reading them if they come it at 9 pm on Sunday night again) and reading for my development seminar (which, because I am writing a paper, I view as somewhat optional). Then there's the MPRE, and I will know whether or not I should be worried about it after I do some practice questions this afternoon.

10.53 am
(I began a long diatribe on the CA bar charging outrageous fees, but it ended up on Nuts & Boalts instead)

Having now spent 23 minutes typing instead of reading, I shall now be a good sheeple and go do my homework.

9.08 am

When the phone rings before 9 am, it's usually because one of the boy's cooks has failed to show. He was tugging on his chef's pants and stuffing clothes for tonight in his bag almost before he had hung up the phone, then rushing out the door. I somewhat like when he leaves early because it gives me more time to get work done during the day, but the house is rather empty when it's only me here all day.

10.43 am

I am armed with a cup of green tea and ready to face the day. The boy left at 9 am this morning to go to work. It has taken me nearly two hours of newspaper reading, email and facebook checking, and showering to accept the fact that it is morning and I am awake.

On the to do list for today:

• Homework. About 65 pages of reading for crim pro - we're doing Miranda this week. Plus the articles for my international development and law class, which I pretty much skim through anyway. And papers/precis for the writing workshop. Ditto on the skimming.
• Webpage editing. The boalt.org server is finally cooperating. Agenda for today is getting the articles archive straightened out and putting up blurbs about the articles for the next edition.
• Brower. I didn't realize how much work was going to go into editing that thing. At this rate, I'll still be working on it next year. Which is bad, because it probably needs to be ready for the printer by December. Eeek!
• An hour of noveling. This is a must. Nathan Bransford's Stupendously Ultimate First paragraph Challenge had caused me to realize that: 1) there's no point in winning an agent critique if you don't have a manuscript ready and 2) manuscripts don't write themselves while they're stuck in the proverbial desk drawer. Although they may get up to other sorts of mischief, which is neither here nor there.
• I'm sure there's something else I'm forgetting. There usually is.
  

11.55 am

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5.13 pm

The alarm went off at 3 am this morning and boy rolled out of bed and turned on the computer. I stayed in bed for about half an hour before giving in to the inevitable and moving to the couch, where I wrapped myself in a blanket and dozed off to the sound of NASA geeks. One of them, after informing us that the bombing of the moon was dedicated to Walter Cronkite, said he hoped that this mission would inspire a new generation of kids to grow up excited about exploring space.

Seems to me that people landing on the moon is a somewhat more exciting than a rocket detonation that fails to produce the expected "cloud." On the other hand, perhaps we're getting that much closer to Luna Colony. Cue catapults, lunies, and Revolt in 2100. I've already told my parents that when they become aged, I'm shipping them off to the moon. One sixth gravity makes it a lot easier to get around with those hip replacements and bad knees.

liveblogging my corporations reading

4.28 pm

Home from a nice bike ride up Redwood (hills are friends, not food) and showered, so that I am no longer a sweaty, grimy mess. My reward: settling in to read Corporations. Joy.

4.34 pm

I am currently feeling a bit like Emma: if I were to make time for all the things I ought to do, I would be quite accomplished by now. Sadly, learning Spanish and writing a novel and working my way through cookbooks seem to be somewhat incompatible with law school. Bike riding is easier for some reason. Perhaps it's because conjugating Spanish verbs doesn't quite give the same adrenaline rush that racing down a hill at way too fast does.

5.37 pm

I've closed the front door - too much wind and not enough sunshine coming in. Curled up under the boy's Snoopy blanket and wishing we had a fireplace. Homework reads quicker when there's fire nearby.

5.57 pm

So far, the most exciting case was from the 1930s and involved night games at Wrigley Field in Chicago.

6.19 pm

Seven pages to go. If I put dinner in the oven now, will it be ready when I'm finished? Ah, the existential thoughts of a hungry law student.

6.48 pm

Dinner: three cheese tortellini with truffle salt, oregano, and parmesan. Desert: editing.