Randomly bursting into song

Today at work my co-intern began singing "A Few of My Favorite Things" about our job. I added things like "Paper cuts on my fingers, motions written by dingers...Files that caaaaaaan't be fooooouuund." It was a good laugh and a horrible sound.

I kept with the trend on the drive home (I give co-intern rides because I like her and because it eases my guilt about driving an SUV in the city). I am all for bikers and give them props for riding in the city with massive hills and narrow roads and loads of bad drivers. But, I am anti bikers who ignore stop signs taunting people to hit and kill them. When one such biker cut me off on the way home, I sang, in a very soothing, girlish lullaby voice: "You have a stopsign too...douchebag...DOOOOOOCCCHEEBAG."

The trial I was second chairing got stayed. Meaning, no second chair for me. It's on appeal. Boo. Hiss. It was a case I'm really interested in. But, I got assigned second chair of another trial that started this afternoon. As in, here's the file, the jury panel has been ordered. You're picking a jury in five minutes. Unfortunately, it seems likely that this too will, uh, go away. The trend seems to be: if you want a trial to go away, have SKH sit second chair.