My brain is mush. I'm completely unmotivated. I'd rather be lounging in the backyard with a book a glass of iced tea.
Four days in trial will do that. For four days (plus the weekend) I was focused on one thing. I was listening, writing, consulting, counseling and doing a lot of arguing. I got up at 3:30 Tuesday morning to prep for the final day of trial. I didn't have anything to eat for twelve hours.
Phone messages stacked up. Emails backed up.
On the way home from the island last night I decided to get back in touch with my Irish roots. I needed sustenance of the type found in my ancestral homeland. So I stopped off at that bastion of Gaelic gastronomy -- McDonalds -- and this is what I saw.