Tuesday, April 08, 2014
I'm goofing off at lunch. I cannot remember the last time I did this that I wasn't sick. I don't have to go to court, so I'm not going to the club to swim. I'm tired, but I had two mugs of coffee right before lunch, so a nap is out. I thought about going for a run - it's gorgeous outside! - but I decided to go for a longer run after work tomorrow. (I can only get in about a 2-mile run during lunch.) I could have gone for a walk, but I decided goofing off has a value in and of itself. (I'm riding to the club after work tonight for a strength training work out, and then home. So I'm not a complete slacker.)
I had quinoa for lunch. Years ago, I bought some. Didn't like it. The uncooked grain sat in my fridge, ignored and taking up space. This weekend, I'd planned to cook millet, and I was sad to discover the grain in my refrigerator was quinoa. *sigh* So I cooked it. I still don't like it, but I did find a way I can eat it: lots of shoyu. Given that my doctor is concerned about my sodium intake, I do not believe quinoa has a place in my diet. (Texture-wise, it's very similar to millet. What I really don't like about quiona is the taste & the smell. Soy sauce cures both defects. I don't like kale, either. I will never be cool.)
I did not get enough sleep last night - hence the two cups of coffee before lunch - and I had a trial this morning. That is a less-than-ideal combination. Still got a guilty verdict, but in reality, this was a case that never should have gone to trial. I feel sorry for my colleagues on the defense bar when they have a client who insists on going to trial, even when advised against doing so. They still have to present a defense, which usually amounts to attacking the credibility of my witnesses. But then again, I have to respond to defense motions, no matter how ill-advised and pointless. So maybe there's an element of karma in action when they get a difficult client who will not listen to reason.
I might leave work early just to go play in the sun. The strength equipment is always available, and I can get there before peak travel times. (Unless you work at Hanford, there really isn't a "rush hour" here. If you work at Hanford, you get stuck twice a day. It's ironic that a city which named its streets after trees and engineers only has two north-south arterials that connect the interstate with the largest employer in the area. Hint: it's not the trees' fault.)
I've decided to cut back on my bacon consumption. I used to be a vegetarian, so I know I can live without its salty-fatty goodness. I eat it almost every morning, and there's really no need for that. This morning's breakfast was a egg & cheese sandwich on my deliriously good homemade sourdough bread. (I don't care if gluten is evil. It can kill me if it wants, I am not giving it up.) Probably because I was in trial (and therefore pre-occupied with thoughts other than food), I wasn't hungry until almost noon. Then again, maybe knowing my lunch was quinoa diminished my appetite.