I'd rather be content than happy
Nov. 3rd, 2006 11:49 pmI'm sitting here, full of swordfish and guiness and pumpkin-cheesecake--which when well in a delightfully surprising way with the beer--and I'm warm. Warm, despite the chill that the 60 degree setting on the thermostat has invoked.
Tomorrow is the fourth. Something is happening tomorrow, and I cannot remember what. I didn't write it down, and I can't find a reference in any e-mail or newspaper I've lying about here. I'm hoping it's not too terribly important. I have to write my complaint to file in court Monday morning.
I got the papers back from the sheriff that I had served on him via his attorney for the Examination of the Debtor. I fully expect her to find some technical exception to protest with. But she can't do that until I've filed my copies witht the court, or risk being out of order herself.
Monday the die will be cast. Whatever arguement I have will be make in stone by then and I'll have to live with it. I suspect that'll be easier for me than for him, for which I am thankful.
And with that, content.
Tomorrow is the fourth. Something is happening tomorrow, and I cannot remember what. I didn't write it down, and I can't find a reference in any e-mail or newspaper I've lying about here. I'm hoping it's not too terribly important. I have to write my complaint to file in court Monday morning.
I got the papers back from the sheriff that I had served on him via his attorney for the Examination of the Debtor. I fully expect her to find some technical exception to protest with. But she can't do that until I've filed my copies witht the court, or risk being out of order herself.
Monday the die will be cast. Whatever arguement I have will be make in stone by then and I'll have to live with it. I suspect that'll be easier for me than for him, for which I am thankful.
And with that, content.