Yesterday was a demon! I had accepted representation of a long-time business client for a DWI. He actually wasn’t driving, but had made the wise decision to sleep in his car because he believed he wasn’t capable of driving. In this enlightened State, if you are in your vehicle, the keys are anywhere within your reach, and you have a blood alcohol level greater than .08, you are still guilty of DWI. There were some interesting facts in the case, and we had obtained security video to show that the vehicle never moved between the time my client climbed into it and the police arrived. So, we opted for a trial.
I rarely go to Metropolitan Court because the caseload there is absolutely out of control. The short story is we started the trial at 3:15 yesterday, but had to end at 5:00 (building closes). Today we will begin at 2:30, but cannot possibly complete all the testimony, so will resume at 2:30 on Friday. That kind of scheduling plays havoc with one’s life.
Grumble, grumble, grumble . . .
When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a Priority Mail box on my front step.
So glad I didn’t shoot myself — or a Court official — yesterday because I would have missed out on this absolutely wonderful treat. I was tempted to carry the entire bag to the couch when Chase and I returned from class — and just munch my way through it, but cooler heads prevailed and I took only a bowlful (at a time).
Thank you Sandy, thank you Bruce. This is absolutely the best.