On Going to Omaha with a bloody nose

Got up at 4:00 AM this morning. Had another bloody nose and I am still having trouble getting it stopped as I pen this piece. My legs and feet are swollen up again.

I have to leave early to drive the 60 miles between Lincoln and Omaha. I have a judges’ meeting in Omaha that will burn up the morning. After our big meeting, I will also visit with Chief Judge Smith-Camp and Judge Gerrard, my colleague in Lincoln, about getting back into the case assignment wheel on December 1, assuming that bloody noses and leg and feet swelling are not a harbinger of bad things to come when I undergo my late November PET scan.

Photo credit: Thesun.co.uk.  Don't you love the British tabloids?

Photo credit: Thesun.co.uk. Don’t you love the British tabloids?

This afternoon, I will meet with the head drug prosecutor for the district, a senior probation officer and a federal defender to fine tune our handling of sentence reduction matters due to the retroactive amendment to the drug tables. In our little district, we have about 700 of those sentence reduction matters.

I feel foolish as I type this with a long piece of twisted Kleenex sticking out of my left nostril. Just for fun, when I get to Omaha, I think I will tell my colleagues: “Don’t worry, UNMC thinks there’s only a small chance of Ebola.”

I feel better already.

RGK

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