I wake between 5:30-6:30, depending on when The Professor and his Dog step out of the bedroom door. The click of the doorknob is all it takes to wake me usually, but barring that, the dog’s nails on the tile finish the job. They serve as my only alarm. I roll awkwardly out of the queen foldout couch,…
Category: New Orleans
City Mouse and Country Mouse, Part II
This morning, we woke at a reasonable hour, put on decent clothes, and walked twenty minutes to church. Last night, The Professor fancied a beer and we had none in the house, so he walked three minutes to Whole Foods to pick up a 12-pack of Red Stripe. A couple of days ago we had…
Country Mouse and City Mouse, Part I
We spent spring break at my parents’ home in suburban Nashville. After a week nestled in the warm embrace of comfortable Suburban Sprawl, we returned to our apartment in the somewhat grittier Big City of New Orleans, and most of the drive from the former to the latter was spent in discussion about which is…
Miss Me?
I work best under time pressure. Which is why I’ll be spending the next 48 hours trying to cram in *all the work I have to do for my Appellate Brief, which assignment I’ve had for 6 weeks. Eh. I figure this is more what legal writing will be like in the real world, anyhow….