In October she was tired in a way she had never been tired.
She had a system for it. She had had a system for everything since she was seventeen, and the system was: get up, do the thing, and stop asking your body for its opinion. It had got her through a law degree while working three nights a week and it had got her through bar school and it had got her through eleven months of a war conducted through office furniture, and there was no reason on earth it should not get her through a fourteen-day trial.