In Omaha, at one of those “suites and things” hotels. Horrible burger last night. Gin was watered down too. Today, and for the next several days, I will be holding a non-jury trial in a contract dispute. My task: Make an ambiguous contract clear. At least this week, I don’t have to look forward to sentencing a kid with a criminal record starting at nine to a term of years that almost mirrors his age. Next Monday, leave for Australia but, before climbing aboard Qantas, have to wrestle with a motion in a child porn case that starts the first business day after my return from the land down under. As St. Jerome was fond of saying: fac et aliquid operis, ut semper te diabolus inveniat occupatum.