I skipped four straight meals and broke the streak today, when I was talked into eating a salami sandwich for lunch. I skipped the gym for even longer — today would be the 10th weekday in a row. Not coincidentally, that’s about as long as our current civil trial has lasted. Today the judge forgot to take a morning break and went straight through, and into lunch (again). If one of the attorneys hadn’t said something, we might’ve been on the record all through lunch. I thought my poor reporter was going to pass out. If I wanted to count other dry spells, there are plenty to count. Days since I’ve been home before 8pm, weeks since I was truly comfortable, days since I’d seen daylight, days since I’d had something to blog.

I am looking forward to the sun, though. I’ll be counting down the days until getting away — to Florida.