The Paper Chase

"I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older; then it dawned on me . . they’re cramming for their final exam."

-George Carlin

We awoke to four below zero this morning, maybe the coldest I've ever seen it here. Jack Frost dallied in arriving this year, but these days it feels like he's making up for lost time.

I missed yesterday's post because we awakened up at the lake, drank coffee that wasn't up to par because the steam wand on the Breville quit after less than two years, and then drove down the hill with me on the phone talking to a family of clients about how to navigate the rather malicious lawsuit that had been filed against them.

And I've been studying for finals, which begin for me tomorrow. This stuff is stunningly difficult, and an outline I figured would take a little over a day to complete took three, pushing me farther behind in getting ready for the equally difficult final on Friday evening. This semester's offerings are extremely math-heavy, with multistep equations that can take pages to perform correctly. Definitely not my strong suit, but I keep reminding myself I'm here for the t-shirt and not the trophy. Just pass the tests, stay off academic probation, and move on to the next thing.

In the midst of my law school angst, and this winter blast, Peg decided to bake bread. She knocked this one out of the park--have you ever seen such a lovely loaf of bread?

Peg is her own greatest critic, and even she approved.

Now back to studying, and trying to ignore this throbbing knee that's become my constant companion whenever I'm awake.