Bad Shoes and Tedium

There is nothing quite like the overbearing glare of fluorescent lights and the monotony of droning lawyers (Bloggerdad excepted, of course!) to relentlessly squash even the tiniest spark of creativity bold enough to peak out during a continuing legal education seminar.

Nothing of interest has happened to me in the last two days, other than an appallingly poor choice of shoes. This produced raw heels and shooting ankle pain, and no doubt made our secretary rue the day my plane landed safely as she walked to the drugstore, purchased moleskin and delivered it to me at lunch. (Thank you, T! I owe you five bucks!)

My midwestern sortie is nearly over.