The clinic wants me to stop losing weight. So, they gave me samples of stuff with a lot of liquid protean. I drank one after my early morning blood draw yesterday. Hours later, without warning while listening to the testimony of the plaintiff during a non-jury trial, I learned something. You can’t look dignified calling an immediate recess, turning and exiting through the secure door behind you at a run while stripping your robe off at the same time, and then sprinting through the jury deliberation room to find the nearest bathroom. When I returned to the bench, the lawyers and everyone else did their absolute best to keep their faces straight, I mumbled some lame toilet joke, and the trial proceeded apace. That folks is legal realism.