It’s good to have weekends mean something again. For whatever reason, weekends never really felt all that different from the rest of the week while I was working, but now they are a real time to rest and relax and recuperate. And yell at the Niners. And sleep. And get ahead on my reading for the next week, of course. And think about principles of deviant acceptance and adhesion and illusory contracts and promissory estoppel.
I love legal language. Taken out of context, it sounds like I’ve become a weird, kinky, babbling wizard who likes to just make stuff up every now and then.