Out for the Count

I got the stomach flu on Sunday and through gritted teeth I helped Bianca clean up after the birthday party for her and her Dad. Around 9:45 though I was bowing at the throne. It was the worst I have felt since college. Coincidentally, I weighed myself on Friday and then this morning and there was a difference of 8 pounds. That is a bad two days.

Anyway, I am feeling better and hopefully Isaac Anthony gave it to me (he had some serious poopacalyse poops on Saturday). Posts will resume on their normal schedule.

Oh and yet another vote of praise for the Public Defender and especially my boss, Soudie. My clients mean a lot to me, and I enjoy them remarking and relying on my work and preparation, so handing my cases off, even for the most essential sick day of my working life (no exaggeration, it was awful), is something I loathe doing. Not because I don't trust my coworkers, but because I have a relationship with my clients and they count on me in a time of crisis. It stinks when I can't be there with them. Fortunately I have a great boss and coworkers and everything went off without a hitch. I am glad I can trust my most important things--my clients and reputation--to the people I work with and for.
Tony Sculimbrene