The schedule's finally coming back, but as always, it doesn't creep back and give me a chance to build up my chops. Rather, I step right back into a doubleheader, 230 pages of realtime pharmacology expert followed by 100 pages of OB/GYN expert, both overnight delivery. I, with the help of my scopist and proofreader, managed to get 'em out the door and even take an asbestos plaintiff the next day.

To any of you control freaks out there still having a hard time giving up the reins and letting a scopist and/or proofreader do your work, it's time to let go and use the Force, Luke. Faced with the last two days' workload, sans scopist, I would have had to stay up around the clock to get the two experts out and likely would have had to give away the 9:00 depo the following day. The revenue generated from the asbestos case paid my scoping and proofing bills for the pair of docs, and I got five hours sleep to boot! I ain't 18 no more. If I catch the sun coming up, you might as well put me in the coffin next to Dracula because I'm about to keel over.

On the really lighter side, I recently had a great mistran. With a roomful of realtime screens (all with requisite $35 Engate tokens, you bastards!), I had "plan of executive succession" tran as "plan of executive suck session." I'm not sure exactly what that would entail, but I'd hate to be on the janitorial crew when it's all over. Luckily it's just a plan at this point...

"If Dracula can't see his reflection in the mirror, how come his hair is always so neatly combed?" -- Steven Wright