And The Summer Slips Away...

Well, so much for updating this badboy regularly, eh? It's been one helluva fast moving summer. I'd love to scribble all that's gone past down for you right now but, frankly, I think you're all tired of bullet points and, thus, I should probably just hit the highlights in narrative form. The details, you say? Eh...wait for the movie.

First and foremost, I should really mention my wife. I was reminded that I made no mention of her the last time around (guess who reminded me) and I should really never ever make that sort of mistake again. Ever. She is doing well. She tells me that up until last week, she'd really enjoyed having me back. Apparently, law school had held me hostage for nine months and she was in need of attention. I say "count your blessings," darling...wait until I'm retired and you have no prospects of me going away. She'll yern for those few months of hostage taking. In any case, she is as lovely, radiant and on-my-ass as ever.

I mentioned that I'd be 'recaptured' by law school last week. Well, I some how did well enough to participate in the grade-on writing competition for Suffolk Law Review (aside: Law Review is a 'honor board'; basically, it's a scholarly journal staffed by students. It's considered pretty prestigous to be on review in the legal world.). So, since I graded into the competition, I decided that it would be in my best interest to participate. I'm not sure I want to be a Review kid but, hell, why pass up the opportunity to 'try out for varsity,' right? Anyway to participate, you have to write what's called a 'case comment'. You're given a case that represents a significant change in the law and you have to do a ton of research. The result is dozens of footnotes and a lot of anger. So, you know, it's a good time. Thankfully, I finished it last night and I can put it behind me...and Brooke has me again; at least for a couple more weeks.

Another big deal from the summer has been the condo. Things are going well with it, though we're currently dealing with a minor mouse problem. The house behind us is being gutted and, in the gutting, mice were flushed from their dingy home. Where would you go if you were a mouse? Well, next door of course! I caught one with a simple mechanical trap two weeks ago...since then, they've learned. I've had to escalate to DefCon 2 by putting out bait stations. Yet, they're still ahead of the curve. Why do I feel like I'm the USSR and this is the Cold War? And also, why is this the first goddamn time in my adult life that I've ever had a problem with mice? I've rented half a dozen apartments in the last decade...never a mouse problem. We buy a condo and, BAMM, we got the mice. Oh, and a minor ant problem too. The trials and tribulations of a home owner, eh?

Umm, I think that's it for tonight. We're going to the Cape for a week starting this Saturday so maybe, if you're lucky, I'll find the time to fill in the gaps. I hope all is well with you all...

S.