I had a whole post typed up yesterday updating all sorts of things but as soon as I clicked “publish,” the internet connection farted and I lost everything. Drat. I hate when that happens. But since all things are supposed to happen for a reason, I was probably not supposed to write some of the stuff I wrote, so I’ll do a bland version of that post today.

Yesterday, I missed the noon workout because the judge worked us into lunch in an attempt to give the jurors maximum time to deliberate when they got back from lunch at 1:30p. It did work, as disgruntled as I was, because they came back with 4 guilty verdicts at 3:40: attempted murder (for stabbing his then-wife between 14 and 19 times); assault by means likely to produce great bodily injury; aggravated mayhem; unlawful taking of a vehicle. Yes, the first three counts all come out of the one occasion of stabbing, so for those of you thinking about violently marring someone with a sharp pointy object, consider all the years in state prison that would come out of the many connected charges.

I was unhappy to have only a 15- minute lunch yesterday, because I only have a few workout days left until the surgery next Wednesday. The medical professionals involved in my procedure advised me to refrain from strenuous exercise and lifting heavy weights for 4-6 weeks after the procedure, “heavy” defined as more than 20 pounds. Nothing I do at the gym is under 20 pounds. Since I gained 5 pounds after my 2 weeks of not working out due to my recent sickness, 6 weeks would be a 15-pound gain, which experience has taught me takes a year or more (or 1 month with severe emotional trauma) to lose. I don’t have a year before I have to look pretty in white. Let’s face it — white is not flattering on most people, and I’m betting I’m in the category of “most people.”

Speaking of the wedding, I had a 5pm teleconference call with my bridesmaids yesterday. We are so advanced. We all called into college roommie Diana’s northern California office with our little codes and had our first meeting of minds and voices. I am delighted that everyone seemed to get along so well and we got some important decisions out of the way. I love my girls, they are smart, professional, efficient, and beautiful. I should do a post on them soon.