So as the comments about the Slate piece filter in (thus far more good than bad), I spent the day doing something I may love more than anything else. Skiing. 'Twas a perfect day if you love fresh snow and empty lifts (ok and near-white-out conditions at the top). I got fresh tracks all day.
Not my actual tracks but close
I skied like a complete lunatic, and several times today I actually had that peak ski experience--deep, steep (steeper than the picture above anyway) and straight--leaving perfect lines on otherwise untouched chutes.
I'll meander back to criminal justice after a beer and a shower...(The Tankleff case is going to make me blow a gasket)