A Weary Man

In this life most of us are condemned to days of toil and worry.

Me included.

As most of you know, I am not only a great writer (okay, a pretty good writer) but also like to skim around the ponds of the law doing lawyer work, helping the downtrodden, making things right again for the poor and dispossessed.

Except when I don’t.

I have been on a run of difficult cases lately, cases which only a miracle would help. The example I will choose to tell you about in general terms (can’t be spreading the client’s story out there without their permission), is one in which the client was not able to testify in a Domestic Violence case because she had already agreed to do diversion in the criminal side. This means the case is not over. 5th Amendment and all that.

So, of course, the husband on the case had no one to gainsay his testimony. While the judge found it “credible,” I found it self-serving and exaggerated.

But what could I do? 5 year restraining order against the client.

I am in the middle of a storm of cases that need to be finished. I get to work early but here it is, past noon, and I still have three or four things to do–today. Tomorrow is another storm.

Man is born for trouble as sparks fly upward, so says the Bible. That book has a lot of true things that don’t necessarily make one happy.

The problem with the weariness is that I find my mind is worn to a nub when I go home. So. No writing.

Yet I have always found the energy to write in the past. I guess I’m getting old.

Ha.

The truth is, I’m not enamored with anything I’m working on right now. When I was writing the Sock and Pixie book earlier this year, I couldn’t wait to get home.

Sigh. I guess I just have to ride this out.

Or take a nap. Which is what I really want to do.