Patrick is Here

In the morning drive to the jail. Go in for consultations. One client is all upset. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work for a while. Walk home. Walk down to the lakefront. Look for squirrels. Put peanuts out in the regular spots. Walk home.

In the morning drive to the jail. Go in for consultations. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work for a while. Walk home. Walk down to the lakefront. Look for squirrels. Put out peanuts in the regular spots. See two robins using a steel girder as a bird bath. Walk home.

In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for another jury trial. Thankfully it is adjourned. I was not in the mood to do this again in back to back weeks. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work briefly. Walk home. Walk down to the lakefront. Throw bread out to geese. Throw peanuts at squirrels. Enjoy the sunshine. Walk back home.

In the morning ride my bike up the Oak Leaf trail to around North Avenue. Get out and walk north to Silver Spring Drive. Walk over to Kopp’s. Eat a cheeseburger and enjoy a strawberry malt. Walk home.

In the morning walk north to The U.S. Bank on Farwell Avenue. Withdraw some cash. Walk north some more. Walk south back home. Drive to Brookfield. Go in for a restaurant to celebrate the birthdays of my nephew and niece. It is unseasonably warm and sunny out. Drive home.

In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for jury trial verdict. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work briefly. Walk home. Walk to Cesar Chavez Drive. Stop at the plaza in front of the El Rey Supermercado. The Cesar Chavez statue is gone. The plaza looks empty. Walk to Los Comales. Go in for six pastor tacos with onions and cilantro. Walk home.

In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for jury trial. There all day again. Someone claims the bathroom on the fourth floor of the Safety Building looks haunted like from “The Shining” (1980). I agree with their opinion. It is a lighthearted moment in an otherwise very serious day handling a double murder trial.

In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for jury trial. There all day. Drive home.

In the morning drive to the courthouse. The homeless man that sleeps in the parking garage is there again this morning. I go in for the jury trial that was supposed to begin yesterday. I am there the rest of the day.

A blizzard snowstorm hits the city overnight. The courthouse is closed. It is a snow day!! Walk to the office. Send out several bills on closed cases for payment. Walk home. Walk around downtown and trudge around in the snow.