these are not my walls

This afternoon, I went to the swearing-in ceremony for a new judge in my region. It was actually a very nice ceremony, and they have this lovely ritual where the judge that is being replaced by the new judge (judges generally go supernumerary, meaning they only work 17 weeks a year, once they hit retirement age, and a new full-time judge is appointed) removes the new judge's lawyer robes and helps him into the judge robes. It was particularly poignant at this ceremony, because the old judge was the father of the new judge; I don't think that's ever happened in Ontario before.

The less nice part was when I went to the reception afterwards and someone spilled red wine on my suit jacket. My favourite suit jacket, and one of only 3 that I own. Luckily I was drinking soda water at the time, so I just quickly dumped it on myself. It's looking good so far; keep your fingers crossed!