The Day After Bastille Day

It just isn't summer in Seattle without a little rain. Good thing the weather was nice yesterday, though, my goodness. Why? you ask, do I care about the weather. Well, yesterday Siri and I went on a hike to Surprise Lake, near Steven's Pass, and at at the lake SURPRISE!!! I proposed. I think that rain would have really put a damper on the event. Indeed, it probably would have preempted it altogether. Nonetheless, good thing the rain is today.

What is also today is work, and I had a bit too much to drink last night celebrating with everyone to really concentrate today. Oops. That's ok though, because I appear to have some supernatural ability to writing memos and briefs and such. Lucky me. We had lunch with Judge Martinez the other day, and he said something that made me wonder whether I actually could be a prosecutor. He said that one of the things he liked the most about being one was that for a huge percentage of cases that he saw, he was the judge and jury. The cops would bring him a case, and he'd see that there wasn't enough evidence, or that the search was improper, or something like that, and he'd decide not to pursue the charge. What that meant, is that he truly believed that every case he did was valid. In other offices, I'm sure things aren't like that, but in King County they seem to me. That gives me a bit of confidence that, if I decide to be a persecutor, that I could do it. maybe.