Don't Worry, Be Happy
In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for a hearing. Walk over to the jail. Go in for consultations. One client starts to go off on me. Leave. Drive home. Eat lunch. Drive back to the courthouse. Go in for more hearings. Drive home,. Walk down to the lakefront. See and hear the Navy Blue Angels flying overhead. Walk north to Bradford Beach. Walk back south to Brady Street. Stop for pizza at Zayna’s Pizza. Fairly average tasting. Walk through Bastile Days on my way home.
In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for several hearings. Sit through closing arguments in a jury trial waiting for my case to be called. Stealthly listen to rock music on my airpods during the whole thing. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work for a while. Walk home. Watch “They Won’t Believe Me” (1947). Guy is on trial for murder, that he is innocent of doing. However, he panics as the clerk is about to read the verdict. He tries to jump out the window. Shot dead. Then the clerk reads the verdict: “Not Guilty”. The movie ends.
In the morning the HVAC installers show up. Sit around the house all day as they install a new furnace and air conditioner. Kristine stops by. Sit and talk with her down in the lobby. It is her birthday. Give her some cash with a bow on top. Also give her a hug. At night enjoy the aritifically cool temperatures of a working air conditioner for the first time this summer.
In the morning drive to the courthouse. Go in for all day of court. Two jury trials and two sentencings. At the end drive home happy with my efforts. Start to go for a nice walk. It is sunny and warm. Begin to crash out however. Walk home and lay on the couch and watch television.
In the morning ride my bike to 60th Street. Walk south to Lincoln Avenue. Walk west to 92nd Street. Walk on the Hank Aaron trail out to Highway 100. Walk to Mayfair Mall. See “Superman” (2025). It is very, very good. Walk back to my bike. Ride home.
In the morning drive to the jail. Go in for consultations. Drive home. In the afternoon walk along the river walk out to North Avenue. Walk east. Walk back south to Brady Street. See Harleys parked up and down the street. It is “Motorcycle Parking Only”. Walk home.
In the morning drive to the jail. Go in for consultations. Drive home. In the afternoon walk to acupuncture appointment. Electric jolts go off when the needles go in my back. Walk home. Lay on the couch.
In the morning drive to the House of Correction. Go in for a consultation. Drive home. Walk to the office. Work for a while. Walk home. Walk down to the lakefront. The Harleyfest set up has taken over the lakefront. Find some geese that have been temporarily put out by that shit show. Throw bread out to them. They are glad about that at least. Walk home.
In the morning walk to the office. Walk home. Walk to the jail. Go in for consultations. Walk home. My lower back hurts like hell.
In the morning meet with a saleswoman about doing a bathroom remodel with a shower conversion. It goes well. Walk to the office. Work for a while. Walk home. Walk down to the lakefront for a brief while. Walk home. At night watch “The Dark Knight Rises” (2012).
