What are our plans this weekend?, Conan wrote in an email to me yesterday morning. I clicked the reply button and typed in Do nothing, get some sleep and relax, and sent my response over the packet-switched wires.
If by "nothing," we mean working out, grocery shopping, roasting and collectively devouring a chicken, cleaning up our house, and putting together patio furniture--then I suppose we have succeeded. We're not lollygaggers, and perhaps that's a real flaw. His Honor has even helped Conan with his patio furniture assemblage and has even picked up the never-ending collection of toy cars. Right now, we're all in that afternoon fuzzy state where the expenditure of energy has all caught up to us. I'm sitting in my bathrobe, my hair still wet from the shower and my skin tight from lack of moisturizer.
A full night's sleep can do a world of good. Two week's worth of chores, ferrying The Gov from place to place, constant escalations at work, and life caught up to me last night at around 7 p.m. The downside of being in-house counsel is that you're the frontline in the endless battle of making your client's actions legally compliant. You're asked to make calls on the spot, and sometimes you get escalated on. There's no time to hit the books, so you have to either know your stuff... or find a way to make people believe that you do.
So after a long two weeks of difficult work scenarios and life at home being very busy as well, I've got a little bit of breathing room. If by breathing, we mean "sitting in front of a computer typing a blog entry while my hair dries," then I guess I'm spot on.