And so I finish my first courtroom stint with a whimper, not a bang, as nothing has gone to trial recently, nor have any of my specially researched issues come up - and so the caselaw and arguments sit dormant, waiting for the right client. But I'm still in one piece and haven't picked up a contempt charge yet. Which is good, and firmly in the non-bang category.
I've been having productive "So how do you defend those people" conversations recently, but ones that are not the usual kind (as in, "the criminal justice system is an adversarial process, etc.") In related thoughts, I've been rewatching Battlestar Galactica in the evenings - the cylons just took over New Caprica, and the recurring lines are: "What do we do?" "Fight 'em till we can't." Which is basically the personal attitude you have to have.
Last night was spent with red wine, good conversation (although not so much about what I do, thankfully), and a lot of walking about at odd hours. Good head clearing walking though - I wasn't the only one apparently, as I got 4 post-midnight text messages from various people who didn't sleep. Something is probably in retrograde. The rest of this weekend should be a sedate one. I've already made soup and am thinking about getting the sewing machine going to make some alterations. On-the-bike Scoplaw is several inches less around than the Not-on-the-bike Scoplaw. Plus, since I won't have umpteen cases constantly rolling for trial, any which of one might go, I can wear some non-trial/general work suits in the courtroom.