Sooo....

Had an okay MLK holiday. I worked. Supposed to have three potential clients coming in. One actually showed up. But the one has a problem, has money, and I think I can help him. Should be a nice piece of business. And, handled right, should turn into the sort of business that's recurring. He runs a small business. Big businesses have been bullying him. It stops today.

Being a lawyer means you exist in a funny sort of duality. People come in with problems and sure, there's sympathy and empathy. But there's also a part of you that says, "Thank God. This case will be expensive!"

Not that I don't try to be cost effective. Certainly I do. A lot of things, most things can be handled with a phone call and a letter. And that's how they get handled. And you bill the client twenty-two fifty and move on.

But the sight of major litigation in the offing.... Well, it's the same feeling I imagine a Sioux scout felt when he crested a rise and saw the buffalo before him. All that meat. Freedom from want. Security for his family. Sure he respected and worshiped the buffalo. It didn't keep him from the slaughter.

Man, that was a bit dramatic. My blood's up. Suddenly I want a horse. And a lance.

I really need another computer for the girls. If only to stop the "Can I go to Bratz.com?" chatter. Driving me nuts.

In the last three months, I estimate that I have made 562 cheese sandwiches.

Tomorrow is another day. Huzzah!