When the alarm clock went off this morning, all I could think about was how horrible work was going to be. I’d had nightmares about the enormous copy job waiting for me…twenty copies of five exhibits ranging from 50-150 pages double-sided and stapled in seemingly random increments. If I successfully managed that, and that’s a big IF considering how temperamental our copy machines are, then I would have to tab the whole mess and arrange for service to people living in several different states…which means complying with several different rules about service of process. Ugh. With visions of all this unpleasantness floating through my head, I trudged slowly towards my bus stop and watched, from half a block away, as the last 77 left me behind. I ended up riding the 73 which goes through the university district, stopping about every ten feet and thereby taking a much longer time to get me within walking distance of my office building. Being late was not a great start to my day.

Everything went much better than I had pictured. The copier broke down just as I had finished running the last set of declarations. Service was arranged without a hitch. I even had the pleasant task of delivering a pleading to an office across town. Anything to get out into the cool breezes and glorious sunshine! I bought a sandwich from my favorite deli and had a picnic on the federal courthouse lawn. My spirits were much improved after this nice break and I was able to start hatching plots for the weekend ahead.