I'm closing in fast on forty. I'm old. And usually tired. I don't go out during the week. Ever. Last night was the exception. DMB Baltimore. My third show of the month. As good as ever!
Now, Wednesday morning, sitting in the office, I'm (shockingly) exhausted. Fortunately, not much needs to get done today. But, on the other hand, there's always the almighty billable hour. Much like the tree falling silently in the forest . . . if a lawyer sits in the office and isn't billing time, was he ever in the office at all?