Well, as Sister School has attested – we have moved. I ought to change her name on the blog, as the abbreviation SS has unfortunate connotations.
I love Takoma – real house, real neighbors, real neighborhood, etc. I’m drowning in reality. One not-so-nice reality is the new commute, which clocks in, at 1.5 hours one-way via metro, door to door. While I did get to read both the new Christopher Reid and Thomas Lux, the commute is about $6 round trip. As I’d much rather spend the money on coffee and treats, I’m going to bite the bullet and bike in tomorrow. The trip should be about 14 miles one way, perhaps a bit more given the twisting route I’ll have to employ. Since Lance is now old news, I expect to be heckled and buzzed, but at least I’ll be going slightly downhill for most of the way, and I should be out of the super busy areas by the time the traffic really picks up.
Other than that it was a whirlwind day, starting with the misdemeanor docket, sitting in on voir dire, openings, and the first witness, then to lunch, where courtesy of a $20 found on the street, I treated SurferDude and The Floridian to lunch, then to the jail, where I met a client who wanted out at any cost and a client who wanted to stay in at any cost. I also met the filthiest client I’ve yet seen. Then, back to the office for the guest speaker, then phone calls from witnesses, then, back to motion toward home.
Tomorrow I have softball, and my Early Interview Week bids are due on Wed. Ugh. I shall take a run at it anyway to see if anything interesting crops up. As with everything else, it seems labor intensive enough to favor those with little or no life, alas.