Sometimes when you’re having a rough day, you get a positively affirming message that makes you smile and think, yeah, good people are moving about in the world.
For some people that means pictures of kittens and ”I heart you’s.” For me it means an email from old friend, Dr. J, which contains a pic of him giving me the finger (while drinking coffee) and begins:
OK chief here's the deal, if I don't get an email or phone call from you the next time you are in CT so we can grab a beer and properly catch up I'm going to do things to your person that may be considered testable material within the intentional torts section of the bar, and I ain't talking IIED!
How can you not miss someone who calls you chief? And has sniper training.
The day actually wasn’t so rough – but it sure was busy and nothing went as easy as it could have. During my one free day (class randomly cancelled) I had: status to set a trial date, followed by lengthy client interview; Rosser letter finessing and needless worry over such; filing said letter in court and with the DOJ; getting a rental car parking ticket at a broken meter; picking up my car (named C.A.R.) from the body shop to find most of the work done, some not done, and the would-be-thief’s blood still on the dashboard ; returning the rental and finding the rental car company had overcharged me; copying two sets of 200 pages of just received FOIA info on a jamming copier; jail visit for Parole Client One, involving lengthy interview; CTF visit (jail, basically) for Parole Client Two, involving lengthy interview, during which I picked up a bit of cred by using the phrase "smoking dippers."
Or to sum it up, I put on my dress shoes this morning at 6am and took them off at 10 pm. And I still have to prep for tomorrow’s classes. Meh.
(Most of my days aren’t like this). At least I’m not on the hook to help my investigative partner stake out a gas station at 11:30pm in a sketchy part of town (which she is doing – this is not a hypo).
Did I mention I had a Robbie Burns Supper? Haggis, whiskey, good friends, including The Historian, Bookwench, In Limine, The Cobra and others.
Did I mention I went to my cousin, The Precise Spike's birthday party - he and his girlfriend share the same birthday, so they rented out a bar and took donations for a local animal shelter in lieu of gifts. This is the first time I've met the GF, and must come up with a moniker for her (as I both like her and think she and the PS compliment each other very well; thus I hope she'll be around for a long while).
Did I mention I had lunch with my grandfather (Fighter Pilot) who was recently in town?
Probably not. But I had and did and did.
The candle, it burneth at both ends. And then some.