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The first four days of the past workweek were utter hell. Yesterday featured utter devotion to just digging out from those days, getting paperwork off my desk and (a lot of it) out my door. Still, I desperately needed some downtime, so except for a brief run to the office and bank and a later one taking Em to the library, I got it today.
I also wound up plotting a lot of my travels for the next few weeks. I next need to handle a case down near my sister's house on the afternoon of June 15th. A Monday, as it turns out. She'd told me that she was planning on hosting both of my nieces (who live about six and a buttload of hours away, respectively) sometime in early June, so in case the 15th fits into their scheduled stay, I asked Em today if she had any finals that day.
No, but that's the last day of classes and I can't just ditch, was her reply.
Maybe I'm just remembering my own June high school experiences too clearly, or perhaps it's because Eleanor and I just watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off last night, but I find it pretty amazing that in this case it's the father, not the daughter, who finds it perfectly logical for her to take an otherwise useless day of non-instruction and devote it to having fun with people you love.
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I'm even willing to commit perjury and sign a note the following day saying she was sick. Perhaps for once I'd even sign it in my own name rather than penning "Epstein's Mother" to it.
I also wound up plotting a lot of my travels for the next few weeks. I next need to handle a case down near my sister's house on the afternoon of June 15th. A Monday, as it turns out. She'd told me that she was planning on hosting both of my nieces (who live about six and a buttload of hours away, respectively) sometime in early June, so in case the 15th fits into their scheduled stay, I asked Em today if she had any finals that day.
No, but that's the last day of classes and I can't just ditch, was her reply.
Maybe I'm just remembering my own June high school experiences too clearly, or perhaps it's because Eleanor and I just watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off last night, but I find it pretty amazing that in this case it's the father, not the daughter, who finds it perfectly logical for her to take an otherwise useless day of non-instruction and devote it to having fun with people you love.
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
I'm even willing to commit perjury and sign a note the following day saying she was sick. Perhaps for once I'd even sign it in my own name rather than penning "Epstein's Mother" to it.