Briefly Preoccupied

Writing a "brief" for an appeal is like putting on a trial. Everything and everyone else is put on hold. While I am in the middle of it, I am not hungry or tired. Adrenaline or stupidity or both keep me going. When it is over, there is a let-down, especially when those I have neglected start calling for attention, just about the time I am ready to recover (i.e. crash). I produced two of these in the last eight days, which involved two overnighters, about three too many for my age. One of the other bad side-effects is the penchant for verbosity that lingers on. (See?) I wish, oh, I wish that I poured my soul into projects at home, stuff that really matters, like I do when it comes to preparing a brief. Maybe this blog would read better! Maybe we would figure out how to post pictures. That would be nice, if only for a brief moment.