hot water heaters and bar exams made easy

My mental state has become something of an oxymoron. The Texas Bar Exam Freakout Index right now hovers at the lowest level it’s been at since May, but that makes me anxious about whether my colleagues know something I don’t. Weird. It’s hard to chillax when few of your friends seem to have the same capacity for said chillaxation.

Nevertheless, that’s exactly what I did for the last two days. I played golf on Sunday morning with two other lawyers and an accountant. The lawyers told me to lighten up. I did so, and for the rest of the day I lounged around the Matriarchal household at Three Oh Two with my cousins. On Monday, I did nothing, except drive back to Lubbock. It was everything I thought it could be.

Welcome, Claudia Anne.