Thursday, March 27, 2003
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU
WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SO HAPPY?
Perceptive time-stamp readers might notice that I didn’t post anything yesterday - a violation of a personal ethic and an unusual circumstance regardless. Well, it sometimes comes to pass that several positive influences converge on my tired foggy place all at once. Usually these are in the nature of a decent shave and a really good syndicated Simpsons. Yesterday was just a little better than that, but we can start with the shave, which was smooth and thorough; I even clipped my hair to a tidy 1/4 inch. Next, my post-ablution calisthenics - I’ve been getting steadily stronger and more flexible this year, but until yesterday I was still “in recovery." But I got myself into crow and held it for close to a minute. I now consider myself no longer broken (the word “fixed” still has unpleasant connotations from my days with the SPCA). NEXT, I learn from GG that the last of my cookies found good - albeit temporary - homes in the warm, lubricious mouths of a gen-u-wine Hollywood glamor couple. My gratification exceeded my envy at someone else eating my biscuits. NEXT, I got to the office and found a voice mail from my boss - who’s OUT OF THE OFFICE ALL DAY - telling me that the U.S. Supreme Court has handed down its ruling in Brown v LFW - a 5-4 decision upholding an en banc opinion of the 9th Circuit that IOLTA programs do not result in uncompensated takings in violation of the 5th amendment - and, by extension, ensuring my professional position as an IOLTA program administrator. Next, for the rest of the morning I worked steadily and intensely, with only brief breaks for a nice email or two from a dear friend and a phone call to set up a bike ride this weekend with my lovely cousin. I was told by one Executive Director whom I called to pester that I had a ‘radio voice’ and one Development Director thanked me repeatedly for helping her understand what she was doing better. NEXT, lunch was actually taken both away from my desk and outside the office with the lovely and pro-active Wetnurse, who gave me a free meal, a mental vacation, two great hugs and countless positive vibes. We may even have seen people having sex in a car in front of us, but we weren’t sure. Next, lunch over and back at my desk, I wound my day down with another modest helping of extremely productive work and managed to shoehorn in some essaywriting for my volunteer gig.
Downside: Someone grabbed my special seat on the bus home, and when I was on said bus (in the wrong seat) reading Scalia’s dissent in Brown I started feeling so nauseated (carsick and sick of Scalia’s sententious posturing) that I skipped supper altogether. But since I’d had the mondo falafel burrito for lunch, I was okay with that. A fellow can actually get too much of a good thing. Depending on which thing it is, of course.