Work is quiet for like a week and a half in February, and then I spend the rest of the year wondering when will the busy season let up? And why is it so darn busy, even with nary a trial in sight? After doing this for seven full years, you would think that by now I would realize that this is just what the job is like, and it’s busy all the time, because just because. But apparently I have not caught on.
I have a whole list of things to write about: Blogga lunch with Erin and Alex, Fancy dinner at Umi, a whole bunch of books I’ve read, the EQT Pittsburgh 10 Miler, and so on and so forth. Eventually I will find a minute to tell yinz all these things, but not tonight. Because I’m about to fall asleep at this keyboard.
In the meantime, I need new black boots. Particularly ones that can pull double-duty from work to happy hour.