I will not stress about the summary judgment motion. It will wait until Monday. If I repeat this to myself long enough, it will become true.
For now, I can sit in my back yard and enjoy the finches and sparrows that come to feed here. The finches in particular are enjoyable because they never stop chirping and the males have these brilliant red feathers all over their heads.
The morning is yet cool, and my coffee is corrected with an ample dash of Bailey’s. There is no wind and little traffic, a bright clear blue sky and fresh air.
I may devote my writing either to further contemplation of a delicious and challenging exchange with a respected colleague on the blog, or re-open my next installment of my Great Cases series. Since the next case is a rather dreary one which has a result that sits logically and morally poorly with me, there is some dread to going in the second direction. Nothing like the dread of approaching a summary judgment motion. But no, that must wait until Monday. This is Saturday. My time, not my client’s.
It’s more than three hours before I need to meet my friend for a movie and the muse is flirting with me. I shall ask her to dance.
Doo-dah!
Doo-dah!
The Muse is usually assisted by a couple of well-placed ‘Doo-dah!’s.
How, I say, how ’bout’s anotha splash of that there Bailey’s in yo coffee, Mr. Likko?