Excerpt of our gchat conversation at 5:45 PM, a couple hours before we are due to be in Williamsburg for fellowship group tonight:
Me: uhhhh... looks like... we might be filing our big motion tomorrow? I think it will be impossible. But if that is what they want to do, i will literally have to come back to work and work all night
Mr. Squire: tonight?
Me: my guess is that they will not choose to do that. yes.
Mr. Squire: :(
Me: no idea yet
Mr. Squire: if so, i can come back w/you and work from your office
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I know it sounds too good to be true (i.e. like an empty offer), but it's actually not. I don't often come into the office to work on weekends (instead, I just hole up at home and do work every Saturday), but when I do, Mr. Squire is invariably with me. He camps out across from my desk, props up his feet, and either does work of his own or watches a movie. And I get a lot more done and feel a lot better when he's there. When Junior comes, those days will be a thing of the past. But they'll always occupy a very special place in my heart. My giving, sacrificial hobey.
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