Holding Pattern

Yesterday was (finally) my last day at work. After a little more than two years writing briefs and prepping trials, it's admittedly a bit hard to come to grips with the idea of not having a job for some time, or even knowing what that job might be. In the end there's obviously some things I'll miss about working at the firm, and there are a number of things I'll miss about working in criminal defense. I was lucky to have been able to work with a good friend of mine, Kevin, at the firm, and I realize the odds of something like that happening again are nil. On the other hand it was becoming increasingly more difficult to see the same six people every work day.

The Minneapolis Wednesday Night CC Club regulars (and a number of not-so-regulars) and I got together this past week, and it turned into a little informal going-away party. A good time was had by most, if not all. Here's a picture of me about ready to give into peer pressure, (while Marty looks with an almost inappropriate gaze into the camera):


I will certainly miss the Wednesday night CC Clubs. They were undoubted the click of the metronome that focused my weeks.

After a long night driving back to Nebraska yesterday, I spent the day unpacking and re-packing -- which is almost becoming a hobby for me -- and squaring away some loans for law school. Fun. Unfortunately I don't have the time to see any friends while I'm here, but the weather's been nice so I'm dedicating my labor to my mom tomorrow as a belated Mother's Day present. I'm not sure when the next I'll see my parents is, so it's obviously nice to spend some time with them.

I'm headed out to Vermont with all of my belongs on Sunday, with an ETA of Monday evening. The drive out East will give me a lot of time to mull over every hypothetical scenario for failure on this bike trip imaginable. So to fight this wall of doubt I will likely soon face, I present to all of us a message of hope, glory, and sweet fighter jets. Ready to get psyched?



P.S. Does anyone know whether or not Tom "Maverick" Cruise was a Scientologist when this movie was shot? I ask because those F-14s look an awful lot like the "spaceships" L. Ron Hubbard wrote about (and illustrated) in his Scientology texts....