Totally Empty

Months. Funny how they just role by as you get older. Combine age with the soul-crushing experience of your second semester in law school. Shake vigorously and pour into a highball glass. Silence, but not peace, is what you get.

Things are ok. We're fixing to buy a condo this weekend, having successfully completed a first-time homebuyers class and (miraculously) been approved for a mortgage. Brooke is in the midst of some training at work...she has yet to complain of homework but consider who she'd be complaining to. I'm reading close to 50 pages a day for class. Twice. It's honestly the first time in my life that I've thought that I might fail. Word on the street is that all law schools are like this...which means that there is a conspiracy to confound, damage and indoctrinate a whole class of people out there. All I can think is that at least I'm not working on becoming a priest in Egypt 2500 years ago; the thought of plucking all my hair out is enough to keep me motivated.

The Project is coming up. Looking forward to getting the family word out. Hope all is well.

S.