Monday morning found me back at work, but not exactly working. I was off to a slow start--surfing the web, reading the news, checking out f*******:--basically, anything I could do to avoid work. I"m a master procrastinator, but, like any acquired skill, it took me years of practice.
I was enjoying my early morning solitude when Lisa burst into my office, clearly distraught.
"Jamie, there"s a crazy homeless guy in the lobby and he won"t leave! He said he has to talk to you. What should I do? Call the police?"
"It"s alright, Lisa, I"ll go see what he wants. Why don"t you wait here?"
I was a little nervous, I"ll admit. Being a divorce lawyer isn"t the safest job in the world, especially considering that two of my colleagues had been killed by angry litigants in the past few years. There"s
