I don’t mean to be immodest, but I think I deserve a medal. Or a monument. Maybe a parade. At the very least, a round of applause.

Because last night, I kept writing.

Allow me to explain. There’s a judge in a particular set of consolidated cases who issued some extremely unreasonable orders, the upshot of which was that I had four objections due on Saturday, June 15. Yes, you read that right: by court order, they were all due on Saturday. I’d been working on them for two weeks, but the trial lawyers were doing so many depositions that I was constantly being flooded with new transcripts to review and incorporate into my objections.