Causing Trouble...

Yes, I'm in trial again on a serious felony case, one reported in the newspapers and the gossip of the courthouse. The DA himself is prosecuting--which means that he thinks this is both a slam dunk and a high profile case. If I were DA in a small county, I'd never take anything to trial unless I knew it was a lock.

Of course, I can't really talk about the case just in case some jurors stumble over this blog; also, I've already caused enough heartache for myself in this venue, no need to cause more. Still, leave us say that before the trial is over I intend to give the DA a little hearburn and a sleepless night or two. It's the least I could do--gotta keep the old man interested in his job.

(I referred to him today in voir dire as "my old friend Paul," which he thought was hilarious. I also referred to myself as a "big loud scary man," a characterization which seems to stick on me, so I might as well embrace it. The disconnect between these two images entertained the DA to no end. Nice I could provide some entertainment for him in this little felony.)

I am on a health kick again, friends. I've decided I'm going to hit the gym every morning at 6 a.m. I've actually done it three days in a row--whoo hoo--not that I've lost a damned pound but I can tell you that I'm feeling better in the mornings. Plus, now in the afternoons when I'm hungry I can eat instead of debating whether to have dinner or go to the gym. Dinner always won, which is why I would spend weeks away from the gym.

I'm hoping that I can turn this into a habit. I am useless in the morning anyway, even though I often wake at 5:50 or even earlier. If I can start training myself to get out of bed and down to excercise, maybe I can drop this roll of fat I seem to carry with me like an old friend. YOu know; exchange my kegger for a six pack.

Of course I'm full of plans to hit the gym every morning, and now I'm wondering how good I'll look in a month, in two months, in six, in a year. It will make me feel better. Already I'm down a belt loop.

I know it sounds narcissitic to talk of such things. Foolish and superficial and vaguely childish. But what the hell. I've had enough drama to last me a lifetime, folks. A little vain superficial attention to my fading 50+ year old body is somewhat timely--I don't want to try to get into shape in my 60s.

Anyway, since I'm in trial, I want to be alert, full of vibrancy, on my toes. Hard to sit on my toes but I'll figure it out.

Humboldt is cooperating by having a nice run of good weather days. Yesterday, for instance, was a multiple personality day: It hailed in the morning, big fat raindrops about 10 a.m. and then in the afternoon, a lovely blue sky as if there had never been a hint of rain. But the weatherman says that we're due for a few good days, so I'll do some walking and biking in the afternoon to stretch the legs after a long day in court.

And soon I'll be pretty again and everyone will love me.