Oh, another irritating thing about that hearing the other day (I can hear you now, shut up about the damn hearing already, sheesh).  The way the tables were set up I kept having to come around the corner of my table to hand things up to the panel and/or witnesses.  Concentrating on my words, exhibits, etc., I failed to fully notice where the corner of the table was about, oh, 50 times.   Naturally, I now have a dark blue and purple bruise the size of a mayo jar on my upper thigh from repeatedly bumping the table in slightly different spots over the course of the day.  It looks like someone whacked my thigh with a baseball bat.  It’s very charming, I assure you.