I'm suddenly feeling better. Damn.

Nothing cures a young lawyer's white flu like an important brief with a short deadline. So be it. This is what they pay me for. I'm fortunate to have the job that I do, and there's always another storm.

But damn...it's gonna be deep. Soon...I'll get up there...soon...

Until then, I'll work hard and go to my happy place:


Luc, Linds, and the ULG scoping the entry to The Scythe, 06/07.