Up at 5, at the office by 7 (insert much coffee, shower, dog walking and then the usual female business dress and makeup preparations in the gap) on the road at 8 to sit in and eavesdrop on hearings in a county I will call Mayberry, where my feet froze in an unheated courtroom while my butt and brain were numbed by some of the lamest legal crap I have seen in my tired old paralegal life. The good part is I now understand a case I had not paid any attention to before - the bad part is I already know I could run it better than any of the lawyers at the hearing, who are making many times my salary. Such is the lot of the Crusty Old Paralegal - I was told many times that I should go to law school, but I have seen what lawyers do and frankly, the money ain't worth the bullshit. I love what I do, I have seen both sides and what I do is the fun part of construction law. But it's frustrating at times. At several points in the proceedings I wanted to say, "Excuse me, did anybody think about doing....?" and "No, that's not really significant, what did the report say about....?" but I was only there to sit quietly and take the judge's temperature. Judge Andy Griffith was room temperature and unreadable, as them smart good ole boys usually are. I tried to tell Boss this was probably going to be a waste of my time, but I did have lunch with a friend I hadn't seen in a while who lives and works one exit away on the interstate, and she looked fabulous and it was fun to see her, so it wasn't an entirely wasted day. Just half wasted.

Knitting? Who knits? I got up at 5. I'll be in bed at 9. Maybe a few rounds of French Market. Gotta do Bardot with morning coffee tomorrow, the month is nearly half over!