Like Mark Twain, rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated. Except I am pretty sure he's actually dead, while I am not, and for that matter, nobody's spreading rumors that I am.
Great lead, huh?
The nice thing about practicing law as long as I have is that you know what you're capable of. Twenty years ago, the prospect of knowing that I had a brief due on Monday would provoke sleepless nights on Saturday and Sunday, especially since I hadn't even started writing it. And "due" means "due." I'd already taken the two extensions, the journal entry granting the latter advising that no further extensions would be considered.
Harsh words indeed, so first thing on Monday I got to work, and by 9:30 that night I had completed it: sixteen pages of insightful legal analysis, in my usual stellar prose. A bit provocative, too. I've been using subheadings in my briefs, which wind up in the table of contents, providing the reader with a summary of my arguments. Usually, the subheadings are somewhat descriptive: "The police had no reasonable suspicion that Mr. Jones was engaged in any criminal activity at the time of the stop," and that sort of thing. Not so much this time: the headings were "The usual suspects," "Garbage In, Garbage Out," and "Being there."
We'll see how that works. Or doesn't.
Anyway, have two more briefs to do this week, one of the "no further extensions" variety, and the other which isn't, but for various reasons needs to be filed by Friday anyway. So I'll have the weekend to write up stuff for the blog, like the case update and what's up in the 8th, and some new stuff on what the legislature is considering in the way of changes to the sentencing law. Spoiler alert: Be afraid. Be very afraid.
See you then.