Heaven help me for showing up for the first time in over a month, with the only new content being a “no new content” advisory. Heaven help me further for uttering not a peep on this space about the presidential election. In any other year, such a post would have been my karmic reward for the post I wrote after the 2004 election—and yes, for the record, I voted for the winning candidate, and yes, I am thrilled, and yes, I held it together until he started talking about the 106-year-old lady waiting to vote, and then I cried like the big baby I am. (I also voted no on Proposition 8, which, again, should have had a post dedicated to it long before now.) But by now I’m sure you know what’s coming, namely that Law School Changes Everything (feel free to start singing that to the tune of the Brains’ “Money Changes Everything,"), and I just couldn’t blog about it and keep up with reading and outlining and career counseling and everything else.
All of this prevaricating is my way of saying that unless something spectacular (and unforeseeable) happens, I will not be free to write again until after 4:30 p.m. on Thursday, December 11, when I take the last of my final exams. (The other three are on 12/1, 12/4 and 12/8; the take-home final for our writing class was 2 1/2 weeks ago, and was a special brand of hell for us law school whoosits. I never want to live through something like that again, but since we have another semester of it in the spring, I will.) We’re not doing anything special for my birthday on Tuesday, nor will I be roasting a turkey on Thanksgiving. It’s all finals, all the time, baby. Well, okay, we’ll probably go out for Thanksgiving, and I’ll bet that I snap and make a Shaker lemon pie from the lemons off our tree, but otherwise, I will be living contract remedies, the major bodies of tort law, various ways to prosecute or defend man’s inhumanity to man, and more Federal Rules of Civil Procedure than you can shake a stick at. (Disclaimer: Please do not shake a stick at the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. They work for you, not against you, even if you’re the poor bastard being sued.)
Dear friends, with any luck, the next new content here will be written on Friday, December 12, from that nifty deck, while I drink my coffee and watch the hummingbirds. I will have a few hours to kill until my parents arrive from Philadelphia to celebrate early Christmas with us and visit our new digs for the first time. I won’t even be hung over. Probably.