That is my segue to describing my day, which was once again uneventful. Standard morning routine, walking to the subway with five emails left unopened on my blackberry, so that I could address them the moment I arrived in the office. Getting to the office and eating a smallish farmer issued honeycrisp apple with a nalgene (bpa free) of tap water from the water fountain, while knocking down those emails one by one, fearful of more trickling in throughout the day (none did). Pestering opposing counsel to produce the closing documents we need so that we can close the damned transaction on time, without stress and without problems. Checking the internet sites, feeling despondent over a federal court's striking down of key provisions of the healthcare law on commerce clause grounds, drinking more coffee than necessary, smoking more cigarettes than wise, eating a sad caesar salad out of a sadder styrofoam bowl, while planning out an appropriate christmas gift for appropriate people. And then getting more coffee out of boredom because they STILL HAVEN'T SENT THE DAMNED DOCUMENTS YET and I would like nothing more than to just go home and eat Porchetta sandwiches and watch the football game.
There is beauty in routine, but it's hard to feel it until it is destroyed and all hopes of recovering it have been snatched away. Here's to living a quiet and relatively good life while I still have it. Because someday I know I will look back and wish I was back exactly where I am now. And I don't look forward to that day.
Late Night Edit: I drew this on my chalkboard door today. And as indicated in the captions, it indeed is not a penis, but Yoshi's tongue. And we did not eat porchetta, but an incredibly flavorful pork rib/fat cut with brussel sprouts. Pork fat is delicious. Always.
Edit again: I received the documents and was out of the document by 10 pm. Not too shabby. Not too great. Great Ravens - Texans game.
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