Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies...
...grow up to be lawyers. I'm deep into the second week of a relatively short jury trial, and should be done in another week or two. This is the worst kind of trial, really--short enough that it doesn't take on the more leisurely pace of a long trial, but long enough to just about do you in. Kind of like sprinting a mile. I'm taking five minutes off for this brief communication with civilization, like a message in a bottle, then it's back to work. I'll be posting again when I'm done and can catch up on the news. For now, if it isn't a headline in my hotel's USA Today, I don't know about it.
At times like these, I remind myself that I'm not being sent overseas for a year or more; I'll be back with my family in a week or two; and in the meantime, no one is shooting at me.
