On the Value of Reliable Understudies.

So I graduated law school.

Feels a bit undeserved and tainted with the possibility others may someday suffer for it. A lot like getting my driver's license.

Except for the part where I still have to pass the bar. It's the Arizona bar though, so I might have a shot. Some cocky guy in an interview last month bragged how he only studied two weeks. I wanted to ask him so bad how much easier the test was 30 years ago.

I had serious doubts about finishing school this spring. As of very, very recently, my writing requirement was nowheres near complete and a second paper was waiting behind it. I was caring for Daughter, attempting to find a new home, dealing with a truck-sale snafu, figuring out how to move and wanting to make myself write over 50 pages. On top of that, I felt pretty crappy physically.

Daughter's Father wasn't convinced when I told him things were fine, so he decided it was best to hop a plane. Taking over damn near all my responsibilities, I was left with nothing to do but write the papers or get better. He has Daughter, cleaning, cooking, house-hunting, packing and related-snafus under control. His help made a huge difference - and his insistence helped show he really wants Daughter to live closer. It's pretty hot, I think I'm re-falling for him...

So now I am off - off to the Arizona desert. Will keep posting, back in a week or so - assuming those bastards have internet ;)

Thanks to WT for the words of support. Good luck in Maryland