I have often written of Mr. Jeane’s flailing datestampers and hardlaboring clerks, taking arms against a sea of paper and electrons, mostly pro se generated and fatally flawed. I sympathize; I really do. Those who understand the limitations of “the small court” are few. Most petitioners fall for the Congressional promise of a “play before you pay” free-kick forum, which in practice has more restrictions than the Strait of Hormuz, and blame you.

But Mr. Jeane, save some fellow-feeling for the poor blogger. You unload a couple massive opinions (hi, Judge Holmes) on a single day at 3 p.m. Eastern. The poor blogger has to juggle and jive to plow through them and put up blogposts with enough detail, yet not so long as to look like a law review article that a busy practitioner hasn’t time to read. And I must do this at speed so my European and African readers haven’t already gone to bed by the time I post. Then the next day there’s nothing but mine-run orders: “pay the sixty Georges,” “amend to state something with which we can deal,” “straighten out the caption or document title” (nobody gets these right), and boilerplate jurisdictional essays like Richard James Steeno & Kimberly Ann Steeno, Docket No. 15316-25S, filed 7/29/26.

I know the parties are hanging breathless on the fate of their motion, order, or decision. But would holding off a day, or stringing out a bunch Sum. Op.s, Memos., or even a full-dress T. C., even one day, so I have something of substance to blog the day after the deluge, spoil some vast eternal plan?