SFL Friday -- School's Out, Plebs! (Until Monday)

So how many of you survived the first week?

Let me rephrase -- how many of you survived the first week sober?

Ok, so none of us did.

Still, it's Friday afternoon and that means no one is paying any attention to what they are working on anymore.

Just file the motion or response you have been editing and cut out already! The partner's gone, the judge is gone, the clerks are there but they stopped working, opposing counsel won't read anything until Monday, possibly Tuesday -- get the hail out of here.

Me, I plan to depart imminently to windsurf the stormy seas.

Don't understand my watery attraction? Let me paint a verbal picture.....

Oh hail I better just quote Byron:

HERE be none of Beauty's daughters

With a magic like Thee;

And like music on the waters

Is thy sweet voice to me:

When, as if its sound were causing

The charméd ocean's pausing,

The waves lie still and gleaming,

And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:

And the midnight moon is weaving

Her bright chain o'er the deep,

Whose breast is gently heaving

As an infant's asleep:

So the spirit bows before thee

To listen and adore thee;

With a full but soft emotion,

Like the swell of Summer's ocean.

See what I mean -- why am I still at my computer?

So the gear's packed, the gin is iced, and I am on my way. As usual, I plan to spend the weekend deeply gazing at something, working diligently on my rituals, and trying to figure out where I put that old bean bag chair.

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Have a great weekend everybody!