back up

The neat part of being bipolar is that the downs never last long, and the ups are always rewarding to the extreme.

After spending nearly the entire weekend in a blue funk, which only deepened upon my husband's insistence that he spend a large chunk of our allotted Together Time repairing our broken wireless network hub, I finally rediscovered the upswing today.

The wireless network is once again functional, thanks to spousey's skillful capacitor-soldering. Our meeting this morning with our soon-to-be new tax accountant worked out very much to our satisfaction. Torts was canceled today since Prof. Torts was busy atoning for all the torts he'd committed this past year. And then, this afternoon -- [cue the Handel] -- we finally figured out a way to do the rest of this week's El-Dubyar research without wasting time.

Faced with the task of cite checking seven cases for a memo we're drafting this week, my study group mobilized around the Shepard's carrel in the federal reading room. L. or I would call out a state citation; R. would check it in the red paperback supplement, I'd check it in the hardbound supplement, L. and A. would check the case editions, and then we'd all call out our findings and R. would record them on paper. It felt almost like a football huddle: "37 Cal App 3d 721, hut!"
"Nothing!"
"Nothing!"
"Nothing!"
"Check! Next!"

Ah, the joy of a functioning system. I apologize to everyone whom I annoyed whilst skipping through the lawbrary, gleefully yodeling "I love efficiency!" on my way to redeposit the paperback supplements at the circulation desk.

Things were definitely looking up. I found myself, on the train reading Contracts, glad to be on the train reading Contracts, appreciative that Caltrans maintains such nice clean comfortable trains. Words themselves were starting to look beautiful to me again: I lingered over "California Supreme Court Reports" for a long time -- it sounds like some kind of abstract creamy dessert, if you think about it long enough -- and even found myself meditating on the elegant simplicity of the word "law."

Law.
Law.
Law.
Yeah.

thus spake /jca @ September 16, 2002 08:15 PM