As luck would have it, though, I ended up spending all afternoon on the telephone with my paralegal, Julie, the office, and various clients. Not a good afternoon. I had to give bad news to a couple of clients and I parted ways with a couple of other clients. One is being manipulated by her husband and didn't want to listen to me, which is unfortunate. The other decided to represent himself, which very well may end up being unfortunate for him, as his wife's lawyer cannot ethically represent two parties. Sometimes, that's the way it goes. In truth, as busy as I am, it's probably a blessing in disguise.
Because I skipped lunch, I decided to walk down for a drink and an early dinner. I ended up at the bar at Mockingbird Restaurant. I sat, I read the New Yorker on ma iPad, I had a drink, I ate, and I breathed. Not bad, at last, after a whirlwind of a week. Sometimes, it's a lot, you know? I considered staying another tonight but I'm going to head back to Nashville because I don't want to drive all day Sunday and arrive late with no down time before work on Monday.
As it turns out, I'm glad I didn't go to Bonnaroo. I saw an alert last night that due to rain and more inclement weather on the way, the rest of the festival (Friday night, Saturday, and Sunday) was canceled. What a bummer. That's a first, I think. Maybe I'll get back there next year.
I'm thinking about Joe this morning and wondering how his first day at Sports Camp went. I hope he's making friends and having fun. I've said more than one silent prayer for him over the past 24 hours. I just want him to have a good time.
Time to finish my coffee, head back to the Airbnb, pack, and get on the road.
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