transmission from the darkest depths of lurkerdom
So many times I have intended to post, but didn't have the time to write what I felt, or found myself too lazy to shift from mouse to keyboard and from passive observance to active expression.
I've decided that I can't let a lack of time or inclination to write the lengthy, thoughtful, and worthwhile posts I want to write constantly get in the way of me writing anything at all.
Today:
- my malfunctioning car alarm interrupted my usual snooze-button ritual (an elegant dance between wakefulness and a few more stolen moments of sleep, it is), but it turned out to be a positive thing. I finally made good on so many half-hearted intentions to actually get my ass up and run before work. It was quite nice to be out in the unusually cool air this morning. I remember now that I actually really like the very early morning, when the world feels mostly vacant but alive.
- it occurred to me that not only do I think black shoes look silly with seersucker, but the people I see wearing that combination tend to be people I wouldn't dare mention it to (such as judges).
- I was reluctant to leave the courthouse and return to the office (because I'd actually rather negotiate plea deals on DUIs all morning long than deal with some of my civil cases) but I felt pretty accomplished with the number of things I managed to do before lunch. It's been a rare feeling lately. Too rare, in fact.
- our guest speaker at Sertoma was local author Sonny Brewer, and hearing him speak made me long to write again, even just for my own amusement, and even in full knowledge of my woeful neglect of fiction writing these so many years.
- I finally completed a task on one of my files that had been nagging me for ages. The file is still not closed (and seems like it will never be), but I feel so much better having finally rolled up my sleeves and done certain work on it I had been putting off.
- Daphne Municipal Court moved rather slowly, and I did not manage to land any appointed cases. I missed out on three because I got there late. It wasn't terribly entertaining either, though not a complete waste of time.
- I have stayed at the office too late, but nonetheless feel like it was a pretty good day.
Tomorrow (wednesday): serving as the district court public defender for the domestic violence docket. The DV docket often involves cases that are emotionally unpleasant to deal with, but the upside is that the cases are usually more winnable from a defense standpoint. It's good experience, if not particularly fun.
I've decided that I can't let a lack of time or inclination to write the lengthy, thoughtful, and worthwhile posts I want to write constantly get in the way of me writing anything at all.
Today:
- my malfunctioning car alarm interrupted my usual snooze-button ritual (an elegant dance between wakefulness and a few more stolen moments of sleep, it is), but it turned out to be a positive thing. I finally made good on so many half-hearted intentions to actually get my ass up and run before work. It was quite nice to be out in the unusually cool air this morning. I remember now that I actually really like the very early morning, when the world feels mostly vacant but alive.
- it occurred to me that not only do I think black shoes look silly with seersucker, but the people I see wearing that combination tend to be people I wouldn't dare mention it to (such as judges).
- I was reluctant to leave the courthouse and return to the office (because I'd actually rather negotiate plea deals on DUIs all morning long than deal with some of my civil cases) but I felt pretty accomplished with the number of things I managed to do before lunch. It's been a rare feeling lately. Too rare, in fact.
- our guest speaker at Sertoma was local author Sonny Brewer, and hearing him speak made me long to write again, even just for my own amusement, and even in full knowledge of my woeful neglect of fiction writing these so many years.
- I finally completed a task on one of my files that had been nagging me for ages. The file is still not closed (and seems like it will never be), but I feel so much better having finally rolled up my sleeves and done certain work on it I had been putting off.
- Daphne Municipal Court moved rather slowly, and I did not manage to land any appointed cases. I missed out on three because I got there late. It wasn't terribly entertaining either, though not a complete waste of time.
- I have stayed at the office too late, but nonetheless feel like it was a pretty good day.
Tomorrow (wednesday): serving as the district court public defender for the domestic violence docket. The DV docket often involves cases that are emotionally unpleasant to deal with, but the upside is that the cases are usually more winnable from a defense standpoint. It's good experience, if not particularly fun.