The theft of time and an apology

I love James Lee Burke’s novels. If you haven’t read him, you are much the poorer for it. He understands writing. I would sell my soul to have his way with words. In one of his novels, Burke said something that particularly resonates with me now: “And like most middle-aged people who hear the clock ticking in their lives, I had come to resent a waste or theft of my time that was greater than any theft of my goods or money.” James Lee Burke, Heaven’s Prisoner’s, p. 218 (1988).

I am pressed for time. Three civil trials are impending in the next two months. One will take me out-of-state. Two are very high-profile. All three are hard. The criminal cases keep marching at me like animated toy soldiers in lock step.

So, here is the apology: Due to the theft of my time by my day job, I am falling behind in responding to readers’ comments on this blog or e-mail correspondence sent to me via this blog’s address. I know I am failing in this regard. For a while, at least, I will continue to be deficient.  I am sorry. Bear with me, please.


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