Update

We spent Saturday morning on the Island of Sodor. I'd post a picture, but K is scowling in all of them. He loved the bouncy castle, but wasn't as big a fan of the train ride on Thomas. (At least he was not one of the many toddlers throwing a tantrum and screaming, "I want to get off the train!")

Today I had no work to do. I studied for the bar all day. In general, I'm not that anxious about work being slow, but days like today worry me. Especially when it seems like other people are busy and I'm sitting around.

Tonight I had my first orchestra rehearsal! I picked up my violin again recently after not having played in years. I missed playing in a group. The outdoor pops concert is at the end of the month. We're playing, among other things, "The Journey of Phyllis Wheatley," narrated by the mayor of Cambridge, and a Star Trek medley.

On the way home I stopped at the supermarket and saw a magazine cover with Melissa Joan Hart wearing a bikini. It had a picture of a 20-pounds heavier version of her, with quote saying, "I realized that just because I have kids doesn't mean I have to be fat!" Why must you taunt me, Melissa Joan Hart? For about a month and a half now, I've been waking up at 5:30 to work out, but then K will wake up three times one night or get up at 5 in the morning, or I'll stay out late, and the workout schedule will be thrown off for days. I'm in the second week of thwarted workouts and my pants are getting tight. Even though I know I need exercise, it's just too complicated to fit in consistently.

Tomorrow bar classes start, and I have to pick up my twenty pounds of books. We'll see if I manage to stay awake through four hours of lecture a day for seven weeks.