Feverish Communique

I went away and ended up at a completely different destination than the one I'd been headed for. It was a terrible surprise in a lot of ways but inevitable, given who I am at the heart of all things. The journey continues to amaze and vex me all at once...but that's life, stings and honey bees in ever varying proportions. I write and write, but still haven't completed a thing. I'm all bits and pieces trying to put themselves together. My kids greeted me upon my return with wide smiles and giant breathy kisses. A week later we're all recovering from strep throat. Ah, the joys of parenthood. My magnolia trees are blooming and I have tulips sprouting in my yard. I horrified my neighbor by revealing that my secret to keeping the deer out of my front flower beds was human piss. City folk. Well, I say city folk...truth is, most people in the NYC likely deal with a lot more human piss than I do on a daily basis...so I suppose I shouldn't generalize. No knitting group for me tonight, since I wouldn't want to spread the germs to any of the little old ladies at the Senior Center. I have also decided to take the NJ bar exam this summer instead of next. Maybe it's the fever talking, but the more I think about it the more I just want to get it over with. It's like taking a beating...so I'd rather have it sooner than later. Anyone around here know anything about any of the bar review courses for Jersey? I know they vary from state to state, so any advice would be appreciated. The rub of it is, I could waive into the NY bar (which I still may do at some point) but NJ has no reciprocity with any other state. I even have to take the fucking multistate exam again (which won't mean a thing to most people, but I know some of you will be wincing in pain with me at the thought). I shouldn't think about it too much or I'll come up with a hundred reasons not to do it. So, for now, I'll console myself with leftover Easter cookies and TurboTax, dreaming of all the other ways I could have found to be this poor.