We started in court again this morning. The finger was getting closer. By the time we got to 10:00 o'clock, it was looking like it was going to be my client in the dock, as you might find it if we were barristers at the bar at the Old Bailey in London.
But we were not in old London. No, we were on the third floor of the Spalding County Courthouse and I soon found myself waiting for the hearing of a motion to supress and an opportunity to see how bad our case really was.
At the end we were looking down into the dark tunnel of a negotiated plea which didn't include freedom in its shadows.
It was a beautiful day outside and the sun was out and thin Winter clouds were brushed across the heights of the firmament. It looked like Winter, but it was very warm out and it felt more like Spring. It would have been a great day to be outside enjoying the Spring day in Winter, but....
Instead, I had to perk up with a night at church with the children's program and about an hour and a half of choir practice for the program at church. I came home and found they had taken a closing in Columbus away from me, but no big deal.
But now I have no reason to go to Columbus on Friday afternoon, and so I no longer own holy backup for staying in Columbus after a closing to watch hockey with Kate. I feel the lack of that prophetic authorization for going to hockey in Columbus on Friday. Now, I don't know where I'm headed on Friday. I have lost my tiller.
At least on Friday.
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