Today was a good day.

I’m re-reading Dune for the third or fourth time, and picking up all sorts of nuances and subtleties I never caught the first few times around.  Part of that was that the first few times I read Dune I was too young to really absorb all of it.  Part of it was that I was always caught up with the story of Paul-Muad’dib and didn’t really pay that much attention to the myriad of other characters.  And of course, part of it is that I’m now much older, and can appreciate subtlety in greater depths than ever before.

We had the public defender conference today, and I saw all of my friends from training again.  When I left I felt happy and sad and angry and frustrated with myself and… many things.  The waveform stood before me, but I let it collapse because… I think I thought it was the right thing to do.  I don’t know.

I discovered I love riding down I-90 really fast.  I’m usually a very cautious driver at night, but today my senses were atingling, and the Force was strong with me.  I cut 25 minutes from the trip, all told.

Few things could be better.

Though, perhaps, I can’t help but think, if I only had had some Korean…