Well, Of course as soon as I complain about not enough work, I get the opposite effect: Too much. I've been working nights. Sometimes on the weekends. This is what I wanted. Right?

Well, at least I can pay my bills. And, as Dickens once noted, income 40 quid, bills 39 quid, happiness. Income 40 quid, bills 41 quid, abject misery.

Had some vistors come to town--my lady friend from LA and her boy. They enjoyed being in the clear air and sedate pace of the 'Boldt, but she was so wound down that she ended up sleeping much of the visit. The boy watched a lot of TV--he's 10--but, to his credit, he always was up for a walk on the beach or a visit to the Redwoods. In fact, he played quite happily in the little wilderness area down the street from my house, though it would have been more fun with a friend or a hound.

Still, there's no place like home, and when they retured to SoCal she posted a comment on her facebook to that effect.

As for myself, Humboldt seems to be my home for now. More people calling the ol' law office and I'm on track to make my monthy nut plus a little this month. So no whining about business until September.

My own son and I were to go down to visit my parents next week, but then he announces that he has one more week of school and can't go. So my parents have to wait a few more months to bathe in the shining light of his presence. This disappoints them--both are nearly 80 now and actually appreciate visitors--but I have to confess that this delay will help me to catch up with my work.

I am a bit weary myself after the big visit. No matter how much you like someone, shepherding them around the 'Boldt is real work and it can make you tired. How ironic that when they left the first thing I did was take a nap!

So don't cry for me, Humboldt County. I'm still around. For now.