Today’s foray into the world of jury-duty was brief, composed mostly of waiting. With twelve of my peers (there was one alternate), I trooped into the courtroom and took my assigned place in the jury box. We were sworn in, and given brief instructions by the judge. Then one witness, a forensic scientist, took the stand. We listened. We were dismissed again. We waited, careful not to discuss the case, and engaged in a few rounds of phone-trivia. Presently, the judge came in, sans robes this time, and informed us that the prosecutor and the defense attorney had reached an agreement and we could go home. This happened around noon.
I drove home, after debating a few other options with myself–I could use another pedicure, now that the weather is nice enough for open-toed shoes–or simply go to Target or Hobby Lobby or Barnes and Noble, all favorite haunts. Since I didn’t really need anything–except maybe the pedicure–I decided to go home instead. I was greeted by a yapping Yorkie, eager for a walk. Since the Yorkie rules around here, we took the walk. Once we were back from the barn–usually as far as we venture on any given day–I snarfed up some lunch and took a nap.
It was bliss.
I finished Marilynn Robinson’s wonderful book, “Gilead”, and loved it. Now, I’ve started another of her stories, called “Home.” I’ve done 30 minutes on my exercise bike and eaten a good dinner of roast chicken, green beans, etc.
Next on my agenda: a bath and more of “Home”.
Life is good.