Cold and alone

Because I have no one else to share this with...

I got a letter in yesterdays mail from a federal judge in Norfolk I had sent a resume too. I sort of assumed it was yet another "thanks but no" letter, a growing collection of which I have stuck to my fridge. But upon closer reading, he wants to talk to me! Hurray! A judicial clerkship would be pretty cool. I don't think it would pay, but I can get funding through the school and since it's in Norfolk, I wouldn't have to move so the crap pay would be more or less do-able.

I made a mitten last night. This time, I promise, a picture and pattern will follow. I love knitting mittens. A friend back in CA gave me the yarn back in the summer when we went up to this hippie hot-spring place, it's really beautiful yarn and I think it might actually be hand-spun. It's nicely heathered and still has lots of lanolin in it, perfect for outer-wear in a genuinely cold environment, so I'm making mittens and a hat for myself.

Now, back to contracts. We're still working on parol evidence, which my prof characterizes as "a sick rule." If he means sick in the sense that there are so many exceptions that the exceptions have exceptions, rendering the rule nearly pointless, I quite agree. But I find it oddly interesting, and there's an internal logic to the sickness that I'm starting to understand. Maybe I'm sick...I'm also the only person I know who doesn't break out in a cold sweat when someone brings up the rule against perpetuites...