I'm in the mood to kick a little ass

Now, as you all know, I have been saddled with a soul-crushing workload for a month or two now. The end is nearing. Today, I am feeling pretty good about the major parts I have left to finish of this massive case. I have a handle on it right now. I maybe even feel like I'm starting to rock it a little bit.

I don't promise I will continue to feel this way (in fact, I think we can all safely assume that I will have at least one more big bout of feeling completely overwhelmed and incompetent as a lawyer before this whole thing is through), but I'm going with the "rockin' it" feeling for now.

Perhaps adding to my general can-do feeling is the fact that my house is thisclose to being done. I know I promised pictures, but the shutters probably aren't going up today because the paint is taking too long to dry. It's awfully humid today. So you may just have to wait until tomorrow. But at least the doors are done so the awful is-it-burgundy-or-rose-or-mauve-or-pink color is finally gone. And the ceiling of the carport was done when I got home, along with a promise to throw in the garage (which I had foolishly said initially that I would do myself) for only a few hundred more. Given that I have no time to devote to painting that garage right now and I really, really don't want to see that icky blue any longer than necessary, I jumped at that price.

And the other good thing today is the season premier of "Raising the Bar." What public defender doesn't love a t.v. show all about dedicated public defenders? And what woman who was a teenager in the late 80s doesn't love a show that brings Zack Morris, er, I mean Mark-Paul Gosselaar to television? The main character, Jerry Kellerman, and I have a lot in common (well, a little less this season, since he cut his hair). He, like I, can't have drinks at the bar after work with his DA buddies without yelling at them about the way they go about their jobs or the way they watch their fellow prosecutors go about their jobs without chastising them. I am always that p.d. whenever I hang out socially with prosecutors.

So now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to check on the progress of the doors (being painted as I type) and then I'm going to get back to rocking my case.

Oh, and points to anyone who can identify the movie from which I stole this blot post title.