If You're Not Tired, You're Doing It Wrong
So I posted a few weeks back about work life balance. But there's another side to that same coin. I don't mean to say that attorneys should be lazy. Quite the opposite. I think you should suck every bit of marrow out of life and use your abilities for the betterment of society. I think you should grab every fun opportunity and experience life to its fullest. The problem with that, it leaves you tired.
Par example (that means 'for example'), today was one of those whirlwind days that is not nearly over. Wake up at 5:30 and go let the dogs out. Check on the chicken that has been sick and is sleeping inside: specifically, check the poop situation. Wake up the girlfriend and report on the situation. Help out my cousin via a facebook post regarding a legal matter. Load up the chicken into my car, and away we go.
Commute the 30 minutes to work and work for a half hour on a letter going out to one of my expert witnesses. Drive the chicken to the vet, spend a half hour explaining the symptoms, shelter, food, and chicken roommates. Back to the office. Work on a few more letters, make a few calls, and out the door again. On the way to the MLK county celebration, make a couple calls to girlfriend regarding the chicken and Nate Roberts regarding a case (figured I'd give him a shout out in case he reads this). Arrive at county celebration 15 minutes early, wolf down sandwich. Pictures with Dow Constantine, Larry Gossett, the other King County Civil Rights Commissioners, and our MLK Essay Contest winners -- then into the hall. Hour long event and then to my car, stopping on the way back to scout The Rack for new shoes, as my trust black Mezlans that have already been resoled once are now decrepit and nasty on the inside. Back to my car with no luck and back to the office.
Read a response brief, draft a reply brief, decide on an arbitrator, send a few emails. Oh crap! Chicken!
Drive to vet to pick up chicken. Drive to grange to pick up new feed recommended by vet. Update girlfriend on status of said chicken during the drive home.
Stop at store, home, cook sirloin burgers. Make a wasabi aoili for said burgers. Pick up the kitchen and start the dishwasher. This post.
Next: restring guitar for friends band to use tomorrow, as they're coming down and playing The Comet (Sex with Strangers, you should check them out). Clear off double keyboard stand, load up both into the car. Write a motion. Bed.
Tomorrow? Finalize motion, draft a few letters, KCBA MLK Luncheon, more letters and a motion, work until the show starts at 9. Then watch some great music.
Will I be exhausted? You bet. Would I have it any other way? Heck no!