9.26 am
We had a little earthquake last night. Only about a 4.0, but it was two or three miles up the road. I was in bed, half asleep, when there was a jolt. Well, I sleep next to a 30-gallon fish tank, and the first shake was hard enough that I wasn't going to wait around for more. I was out of bed, over the couch, and almost at the doorway in about half a second. At which point it was clear that this was not, in fact, the big one, leaving me slightly embarrassed and more than a little impressed at managing to get out of bed that quickly without having caught an ankle in the sheets.

9.33 am
BarBri started last week. It's a little surreal. We go into a room in a convention center in Oakland to watch a four hour DVD, all of us pretty much writing down verbatim the entire lecture. I got up at one point to throw something away, and as I walked back to my seat, I only saw one internet window open.

The lectures are all available online, so we've been losing people. The first day I think 30 or 35 showed up. The next day it was about 25. 20 or so the next. And there was a kerfluffel with the DVD (BarBri said they mailed it, the building said they didn't have it) last class, so I suspect Tuesday will be even slimmer pickings.

I'm still trying to decide whether it's worth going out to the class or if I can do it at home. I was really hoping to get a small group together, but it seems like people would rather do it on their own schedules. Understandable - but I think in about two weeks it would really help to have some moral support.

9.38 am
We move to Berkeley in a week. The living room is almost entirely boxes. The closets are almost empty. There are four pots that we are taking to Berkeley, a few spatulas, a whisk, and the dishes we'll be getting rid of in the kitchen. The bookshelves are almost bare. It's amazing how much accumulates when you live in one place awhile. Even more amazing is how you can use something twice in five years, pack it, and then discover, once it's boxed in and taped shut, that you now need it.

3.32 pm
The boy and I ran our first ten minute mile on Monday. More like 9 minutes and 58 seconds, but who's counting? By Tuesday we were back to eleven minutes miles. I don't even want to talk about this morning's run.

Monday morning I also had a piece of carrot cake before we went out running. Just a small piece - enough to keep me reasonably not hungry until we had gone running and showered and washed the mountain of dishes in the sink and made real breakfast.

I suspect there may be a connection, but I'll have to make more carrot cake in order to test the validity of my theory.

4.11 pm
I am almost done with law school. My last final is finished (and with any luck, won't be graded until after Commencement), and my final paper is about done with the research stage and ready to be outlined and sent off to the professor for comments over the weekend. I will start writing Sunday or Monday, and with any luck be finished by the time the family shows up next week. If not, I will send them all off to Alcatraz for the day while I frantically finish the darn thing.

I am using almost my entire allotment of graduation tickets. This amazes me. I don't want to sit in the sun for three hours listening to people I don't know tell my graduating class how awesome we are and how much we're going to need that awesomeness in the shrinking-by-the-minute legal market. (I skipped my undergrad graduation for this reason and maybe missed hearing Eckerd's only famous graduate speak - but that's neither here nor there.) It amazes me that friends and family actually want to come to this thing. Of course, I did promise them all beer at Triple Rock afterward...