Gettin’ old

Proof I’m not as young as I used to be:

First: I had to change the view option on my com­puter screen at work. Actual Width with my glasses no longer cuts it. Page width it is. And an eye appointment…

Sec­ond: “Toto, I get the feel­ing I’m not a law clerk any­more.” I have been work­ing on an ami­cus brief for sev­eral clients to be filed with the Mass­a­chu­setts Supreme Judi­cial Court, on some really fas­ci­nat­ing and intri­cate issues– which, let me tell you, don’t come along every day in the area in which I prac­tice. The issues are meaty, and it’s a chance to make some really impor­tant advances in this area of the law. But I’ll be darned if I can read cases about statu­tory con­struc­tion all day, all week any­more, as I did when I was a law clerk. About every hour, I have to get up, go for a walk, and clear my head, so it doesn’t hit my desk with my first snore. I don’t have the sta­mina to read and write con­tin­u­ously like I used to. I’m good for four hours, max, and then my eyes start rolling back in my head. I was actu­ally glad to get into the office this morn­ing (I try to work at home on week­ends) and take a wit­ness’ sworn state­ment, just for the change of pace.

Third: I was asleep by 9:30 last night. From a woman who was dubbed her section’s “social sec­re­tary” in law school, it’s quite a come down. I always was a cheap date, though. Prac­tice doesn’t make every­thing per­fect– but see­ing as the Bet­ter Half is as much of a cheap date as me, it all worked out in the end.