In the morning drive to the jail. It is raining heavily. Go in for a consultation. Drive out to the House of Correction. Still raining. Go in for a consultation. Drive to Culver’s. Eat at the same booth that Olivia Rodrigo sat in when she came here last month. Drive home. Lay on the couch for thirty minutes. Drive to the courthouse. Still fucking raining hard. Go in for a couple of hearings. Drive home. Still raining. Give up for the day. Go to bed early.
