It has been quite a summer. All of the bar prep classes have done more to create anxiety than to make me feel prepared.
Lance is not in the tour, which makes it a much less interesting race. Some good wrecks, though. Talk about broken colllar bones.
Hezbolah sure messed up the summer. I wish Isreal would simply UNLEASH on Lebonon and get it over with. Some real Shock and Awe. William Techumsa Sherman knew that if you fight a war, it has to be ugly. Real ugly, or it won't end. Soldiers fighting soldiers aren't enough to stop it, the war has to be like the Blitzkreig to get people's real attention.
Gotta stomp on Iran and Syria while we are at it.
The summer storms in Vegas are always nice. Thunder ... lots of good light storms. But the fires in California screw up the air.
116 in the afternoons lately. Makes me wish I was in the pool. But not to be yet.
One week from tomorrow the bar exam begins. This is my Mount Everest in my seven summit quest over the last seven years. I am anxious and have some trepidation going in. But that is what they want. It is an all out war to get a ticket to earn a living and the bar examiners are not your friend. I have been in boot camp for four years and officer's training all summer. This is the big dance and then the long silence until October when they deem to tell us our fate. What a system.
