Fin.

This afternoon's PT assignment was to draft an appellate mediation brief. No big thang. Except the facts were really ungood for our client. So it was an exercise of how well can you bullshit for your client. Hopefully, I can bullshit well enough.

It's all in someone else's hands now.

The only thing I want in my hands is a brandy manhattan. Then a cosmo. Then a beer. Then some more . . . .

Off to chops. And the rest of my life.