I spent all of yesterday and most of today editing a brief. We’re down, now, to debating whether this citation takes a “See” or a “See, e.g.,” signal and whether we’ve sufficiently conformed all of the references to the other side’s witnesses, just before re-running the Table of Authorities.
But in my mind, I wasn’t at the office editing a brief. In my mind, I was at Burns’ Night. “Great chieftan o’ the puddin’ race” is a line that I’d pretty much kill to have written.
Coming, as it does, just before Imbolc, Burns’ Night is a lovely celebration of poetry, and culture, and history, and, well, of course, food. Imagine if all of our meals were so well-acknowledged.