What Is This Thing Called ‘Weekend’?
Trying to figure out when the last time was that I put the little law practice aside to observe the end of a ‘work week.’ Spending the day playing phone tag and drafting documents for a Satuday meeting with a client. Also swimming and shopping at Horton Plaza to get my downtown parking validated. Morning downtown trip results: boiler plate for some drafting work obtained at the law library, a very cool shirt bought on sale at Macy’s (which disgustingly enough, was still more cost effective than actually paying the ripoff parking lots), and 800 yards done fast, with the resulting tender shoulders. Got funny looks, probably because I was swimming later than usual.
The apartment pool is a great lap pool, but the lap swimmers tend to scurry in and out in the early morning. Swimming at lunch got the looks that implied things like: Why is he swimming so many laps and wearing goggles (not to mention the little black suit by Tyr)? Why isn’t he just hanging out to see and be seen like the normal almost-trendy lunch crowd? Let them be confused, they seem to do well at it.
For now, gotta get back to work. It’s time to finish prepping the so-called weekend meetings.


