June 17th, 2005

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I felt the earth move under my feet

I hear bird song this morning.

Yesterday, an attorney was going down in flames during an appellate argument, one appeal ahead of me. The courtroom began to rock and sway, as a mild earthquake hit. The Court said "wait a minute", and we all paused expectantly, rollicking to the big beat. Then the Court noted the earth-shaking nature of the argument, and proceeded on with the docket.

I did not get to sleep last night until long after any metaphoric cows came home. But today I am inexpicably fresh as a daisy, and eager to get to work.