Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. ~Jane Howard

the past week has been a blur of new professors, inner tantrums over having to spend 7 hours on a sunday pouring over casebooks, walking far too many city blocks in heels and a suit - in dc in august, it's so cruel - and a handful of meetings with people who have real power to control my career for the next few years. and a stress level at my job that would make you think i'm already litigating cases with multi-million dollar implications.

i apologize to the few people i've managed to bore with the details of the summer job search. interviewing is so wrought with highs and lows (just today, i was riding high with a swift call-back, then brought back down by a curt rejection letter from a firm with which i thought i had an especially strong interview) ... i find myself looking for a reaction commenserate with what i should be getting from my folks, i think. try as i may, i can't seem to engage them in this part of my life. it should be my parents (in addition to the beloved B of course, who's been a real sport) calling after interviews, eager to celebrate a good response and tell those others to F off. but i didn't even get a weekend call to ask how the first five interviews went.

what's even more heartwrenching is that i know this isn't the end of the distance. when i was a musician, my parents could really connect with what i was doing. neither of them are musicians, but they could easily be involved just by coming to a concert. they could experience it. but it seems i can't even talk about law school with coming across as an elitist, so we drift.

excuse the lament!

anyway, B and i unwound this weekend as best we could ... which means, of course, we cooked. we may not have to again until next weekend ...

no, we do not have a family of five that we've been keeping secret. that's for the two of us.