What a Day Looks Like Now

 Every once in a while I succumb to the nostalgia of old blog posts. (Sometimes I was quite brilliant in the past! Other times, not so much). Anyway, it was pretty fun to remember a pretty normal day twelve years ago and no doubt in another twelve years I will look back on today's equally chaotic but very different experience with similar nostalgia. 

4:30 a.m.: I wake up wracked with doubt about some eviction notices a client sent me for review yesterday. I *must* remember to check them again when I get into the office. I lie awake a long time.

7:00 a.m. DOB's alarm starts going off. I must have drifted off at some point because I did not hear Dash (15) get up and get breakfast and let his friend in. That or he has acquired ninja-level quietness skills, which is probably also the case being the only willing early riser among us. 

7:40ish a.m. I actually get out of bed and start fixing breakfasts. This is eggs and thawed frozen blueberries for DOB (he finds blueberries are the optimum size and shape for making sure all his massive pill regime has gone down); eggs, salad mix (I will do anything for arugula, even get out of bed) and a Granny smith apple with peanut butter for me; and I make tea for myself and Dame (15 but definitely NOT an early riser) and microwave some turkey bacon for her as she is allergic to eggs. She has been working very hard over the past six months on keeping a regular schedule and eating at reasonable intervals without oversight, things which can be quite difficult when you are dealing with ADHD and chronic pain and fatigue all rolled in together. But with the progress she is made I think she is ready to tackle 10th grade at public school this fall, even with the ungodly hours they subject high schoolers to. Deux (17) is on day two of his weekly migraine, so I make his breakfast (two burritos and a banana). While taking it up I have the bright idea of helpfully carrying up the laundry he didn't get finished before the migraine struck, only I try to do it one-handed with the hamper handle and the handle breaks and it spills spectacularly down the stairs. BUT breakfast doesn't fall and it furnishes some early-morning entertainment for everyone. Dash and friend laugh at the spectacle before they depart, I believe with my niece who is taking them to teach a 5-day club in the mornings this week. DOB heads to court. I sit down and finish my breakfast and drink my tea while I read the morning prayers and then (guilty pleasure) watch compilation videos of internet stories of people's terrible behaviors towards their friends and family. You would think I got enough of that at work. 

8:30ish I arrive at the office and check the eviction notices. Wonder of wonders, they *were* the right ones and all is well. My work morning also includes:
* A telephonic hearing on a topic of which I know nearly nothing, covering for our third partner. I disconnect us just as the case is called. We get through it anyway.
* A fun advisory meeting with a probate/business client with whom I have concocted a scheme that is at once perfectly above board, ethical, and legally appropriate and at the same time should allow some unpleasant natural consequences to fall on some people who are treating her rather badly. I hope it works out well. 
* Intermittent work on a fairly large project that needs to go out no later than tomorrow that I am still training a young staff person on because my main paralegal has been in the hospital for two months. Also this area of law just changed and I am still figuring out. I realize I used the wrong form in a different but similar case that is on for tomorrow and fix it while I am at it. I have some moments of panic when I think I have misplaced important documents for the third time with this client, but then locate them all.
*DOB returning from court and then heading off to apparently get a buyer for one of our cars (DOB has finally found the people he needs to fulfill his dream of being a car-flipper and so we no longer have a front yard), and he needs my power of attorney so I don't have to meet him but apparently we never scanned in our *own* estate planning documents like we do everyone else's so I have to execute a new one and email it to him.
* Quite a lot of phone calls as we just discovered missing paralegal was the only person who had checked most of our phone messages and so none of them had been reviewed in two months. 

Somewhere around noonish I notice that food should occur. If there aren't leftovers (as is often the case these days) I usually rely on my freezer stash of sausage patties and frozen vegetables, with almond crackers. I return phone calls and forget this three times while it is heating up. 

The afternoon continues with:
* A zoom meeting with a creditor on an estate (I have no idea why this was zoom and not a phone call, but since my camera was out it came out the same anyway). 
* Some tense and at times insulting negotiations with the public tenant defense on a case I haven't filed yet. I am annoyed with myself for not being as professional as I would like to believe I am. I am annoyed with opposing counsel for trying to guilt-trip me over taking a vacation when there are homeless people in the world, or at least for trying to using existential guilt as a negotiation tactic. We still come to resolution and I provide another staff person who is learning *that* area with direction to finish those pleadings.
* A meeting with some cranky clients that has to be delayed for 20 minutes because every meeting space we have is filled with people meeting. They are calmer after we meet and I send a months-overdue demand letter out afterwards. 
* Tackling a messy probate that I am hoping to keep my client out of too much trouble on even though I secretly suspect he deserves it. 
* Not quite finishing that one big project which really, really must go out tomorrow.
*  Making sure I have my files for tomorrow since I am still training staff on how to do this and this is where I really, really miss my paralegal with 30 years' experience who just handed me a stack without me having to think about it. However, everyone has been trying really hard with a great attitude and we are all learning more all the time. (And sometimes, I fear, forgetting other things like how to check the voicemails.)

DOB arrives back very late in the afternoon after a very frustrating court episode that is going to leave a vulnerable adult exposed to more exploitation. He'll probably figure out another tactic tomorrow. I consider drafting one last deed but I am cranky, tense and headachy and I have a potentially lively argument tomorrow morning, so I decide to call it a night. DOB still has a meeting and some other loose ends. 

5:30ish: I arrive home. I see from the signs about me that Dame remembered to eat lunch *and* unload the dishwasher. She is not here, though, which presumably is the fruition of plans she had to attend a youth support group of some sort at some church with some friends, which Duchess (19) was going to drop them off at. I therefore conclude that Duchess is also doing well, though I have not seen her as is the usual state of affairs. She is not working this summer but just got back from a two-week road trip with her friends from high school, all planned and paid for herself, and is looking forward to doing more assistant teaching at the private elementary school in the fall, and also teaching ASL at the private high school (where Dash will attend). I decide to make deconstructed egg roll (with no eggs) and the leftover rice from when Deux fixed dinner on Tuesday. I put meat in to thaw in the microwave. At this point in the day I generally resort to something with chocolate to fortify my resolve to get through the evening, because what I want to do is go straight to bed. I order groceries while the meat is thawing. Then I load the dishwasher with yesterday's dishes while everything cooks. Dash does not have an evening club today as he did earlier in the week, and he wanders through once or twice. I take Deux his supper. Dash and I eat in the living room while playing games on our phone and laptop respectively. (Dash's laptop died tragically last month.) DOB shows up about halfway through, on the early side for him, and takes dinner in our room. At this point in the day we have all had about enough on the human interaction front, except possibly Dash. 

7:30: I take the dogs for a walk. As the days get shorter I have to adjust my dog-walking time earlier and earlier and soon I will have to do it before fixing supper, which is challenging. We go around the block (a term I use loosely, three of the roads are private and two-thirds of them unpaved.) This counts as both aerobic AND resistance exercise because we never did get them leash trained and now they are middle-aged and set in their ways though no less lacking in energy and desire to chase every tiny thing they encounter. We make it two-thirds of the way around and then they spot a cat. I do not want to sit down in the gravel road, the only way I can get enough traction to stop them, so they escape. Thankfully they give up quickly and before they get entangled, so I don't need to spend an extra ten minutes climbing through brambles and untangling them.  We finish the walk. I sit on the couch and start writing this (usually I would be playing a video game). 

9:00 I start reminding DOB that he needs to start his evening stretching routine. Dame arrives home by some means and discusses plans for tomorrow and general angst. Duchess comes home and feeds the dogs. Duchess and Dame confer on ride plans for tomorrow. I put away what food remains and set things up for DOB's evening vitamin routine. Alas, Deux is still not up to help either with setup for that or so we can rewatch Babylon 5 with him, so we will just watch Prison Break by ourselves. And then I will take a shower and read a bit while DOB winds down by looking at ads for more used cars  . . .