Just got back from helping the Rodents Of Unusual Size with their show and looking forward to having some nights off from commitments. I’ve been going non-stop for a couple of weeks now, which I just found out ended tonight and not tomorrow. I had a jury summons for tomorrow morning and was actually looking forward to experiencing that civic duty for the first time in my 39 years of life.

So I grab my summons, fill out the questionnaire to take with me in the morning and am getting ready for an early bunk down to get some rest when I notice something on the summons I’d forgotten about. They have a website! Perhaps they will have the address of the parking garage recommended in the paperwork! Instead I get another reminder — I’m supposed to check to see if I’m still required to go downtown.

They have a range of juror numbers and if you fall within the range you to report to the courthouse. I check my juror number. I miss it by 63 juror candidates. In other words, I have to go to work in the morning. Poo. I was looking forward to reliving my Navy days with the hurry and wait situations, and, of course, making a good dent into the book I’m reading. Although they may not have appreciated the title of the book down at the courthouse. It’s Terry Pratchett’s latest: Thud.

Listening to: Pretending - Michael Penn