Now one can even e mail oneself the cases, which is a nice service.
Soon I'll shave and shower, and then pack for tonight's quick business trip. I will have to find a book to read on the plane. I have a number of projects aside from work on my plate. I see that

I made plans for us to spend the weekend in the Kiamichi Mountains in Oklahoma this weekend with my old friend Gene, but now I'm wondering if I should postpone for one weekend. Of course, a bit of hiking in dense forests always restores me, so perhaps that trip should stay on the chart, and I should just be productive as anything during the next few weekdays. I need to complete my Mandatory Continuing Legal Education for this year as well, so I've got a few things on my plate.
Last night as I drove home, the red sky at night was this sailor's delight. I hope the red sky at morning back east works out for everyone with as little difficulty as possible. I see so many people have hurricane memories, but my only hurricane memory is being miserable at a baseball camp in Chandler, Oklahoma, reading in a newspaper about Hurricane Camille. It was hardly the stuff of battening hatches and one hundred mile an hour winds.
I also notice that my fellow Live Journal folks have dream lives that are more colorful than mine in the same way that a hypothetical technicolor dreamcoat must be more colorful than a gray rock in a dark space. I longed to be fascinating, but I found myself merely fascinated.