Work

More men are killed by overwork than the importance of the world justifies.

-Rudyard Kipling

9:06 on Monday morning. Two calls already, a frantic lawyer text, depositions in a few minutes in a case I despise because it's a stupid waste of judicial resources with a south Florida lawyer on the other side whose only interest seems to be milking the bill.

I worked all day Saturday trying to catch up, felt pretty good about it but by eight this morning it was obvious I'm as far behind as ever.

Watching retired guys slightly older than me, tanned and in shorts and running shoes, taking their morning walk down Beach Drive. I'll work sixty hours this week, the same as I did last week, the same as I did the week before that.

There has to be more to life than this.

And tax finals begin in a couple weeks. I'm not remotely prepared, and this subject matter is a hell of a lot more challenging than the fall offerings.

Here we go.