The Crickets are Killing Me

Monday night my son knocked on my bedroom door and came in to announce that he had captured the cricket in the living room.
"It was a big black one," he said, "and it was loud."
Crickets is what I am hearing when I go to the law office these days. Very few calls, almost no new clients. I think it's July, when everyone goes on vacation. But that doesn't make me any more confident that things will "pick up" eventually.
Oh, I do get a new one from time to time. And I'm keeping afloat. But you know us "businessmen." We always want to be just a little more comfortable.
Yesterday, for instance, I spent the morning in court trying to get my client some visitation with his son. The mother had decided on her own that he didn't deserve to see the boy anymore, and just stopped allowing the court-ordered visitation. The result: Temporary orders for supervised visits with a definite schedule. (the visitation was ordered supervised before I got on the case). So I walked out of court feeling like I'd done a good thing.
But there's crickets on my calendar for the next two weeks, so I am working like a dog to catch up and get myself into such good shape that I can play golf tomorrow afternoon. When the sun shines in Humboldt, you gotta take advantage of it.
AS for the boy, he's got a clock on his iTouch that counts down the minutes until he can leave the 'Boldt for college. It's 13 1/2 months and counting. He still wants me to quit this crazy legal life and get my MFA.
And as the crickets get louder, that's not such a far fectched notion.