I have mentally checked in for tomorrow’s tee time

I imbibed a little last night. Then I drank a lot more. It happens. That being said, I had to swing by one of the suburban courthouses before going to the office this morning. I haven’t shaved, I’m wearing jeans, my untucked dress shirt is covered by a suit coat and I’m wearing sunglasses indoors.

The on-duty Sheriff’s deputy stops me at the attorney’s only entry line: “Casual Friday, Counselor?”

I’m dressed to kill…or maybe dressed like death. Either or.