Y'all, I am dying over here. I feel like Sisyphus. Between my big hearing next week and my trial coming up in a couple of weeks, as of last night I had billed 88 hours in the month of October. That's 11 billable days ... seems about right ... until you realize that for 3.5 of those days, I was (supposedly) on vacation.
The beach house was everything lovely, as it always is. And it was actually good that the weather was grey and rainy a couple of days, since I was sitting on the screen porch working on the computer while the storm raged.
On the whole the beach was a lovely trip, but did highlight the age difference between Mr. J and some of my beach friends ... who nowadays get up at 7:30 am and walk the dogs on the beach, and then go to bed around 11 even on vacation. (I do too.) But five years ago we were all about staying up drinking until all hours, sleeping past noon. And lest we forget, Mr. J is five years my junior.
Now back to work. Please keep posting, I need the mental relief.
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