Maybe? in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

It is 9:00. I am just now leaving the office. And… no, I wasn’t hurriedly frantically working all this time. I opened Pandora, went through all of my files, wrote down the times for (all 7) hearings tomorrow, wrote out 8 questions I desperately need my boss to answer immediately… I feel bad for saying this but… damn, bitch… you are a lawyer in the 21st Century… use your fucking e-mail! Prioritized what things absolutely NEED to be done by Monday so that, even if I don’t do them tomorrow… I can take my laptop with me to DM and work while I’m at the hospice.

It’s nice to hear music again. Like… Pandora music. The only thing we get in Tiny Town over the air waves are (1) Country; (2) Radio Preachers; (3) Pop… but the pop station that repeats itself every 45 minutes. So… being able to hear things like GG and Crystal Method and Daft Punk and APC… y’know… my music, lol. It was nice.

So… home. Dishes. Cleaning. Packing. Hopefully some sleep. Because I’ll need it. Since those 7 hearings tomorrow? ALL Juvenile cases… some delinquent (Son, you really can’t try to murder your parents)… some CINA (Dad, you really can’t ignore your kids’ medical needs for 3 years in a row).