Nnngh. Good...hour before dawn?

Actually, the sad thing is that it's not dark out. I love summer, really I do. It's 5:15, and I'm up (because I tend to be slow getting ready, because I tend to do unrelated stuff), because I have to catch the bus by about 6:30 to make it to jury duty.

I'm so tired that as I yawn, tears form at the corners of my eyes. I know from prior experience that this will pass somewhat.

Which is good.

Nonetheless, I would like to protest that Scott's brain works in odd ways.

See, I went to bed at 9:30 with the exact intent of not feeling like this this morning.... But:

1. Scott wasn't home yet then, and I needed to ask him something (namely, that he get up and give me a ride to the transit center so that I didn't have to walk there with my laptop in hand, granted I'll have to make the return trip but under no time pressure). So I woke up when he got into bed - which I can avoid doing, usually, if I don't have anything to say.

2. Sometime in the middle of the night (I did not even try to find out when) Scott said "Hey" twice (at least, maybe I missed more), then sat up and said that my pager had gone off. Given I didn't get a page the other night, it was plausible, so I snapped wide awake, tripped the pager light on, and found...0 messages. I assume he dreamed it.

3. Later on, he woke me up saying it was 4 am and I had to get up. Where the hell he got that idea.... When he got home (see #1) I warned him that the alarm was set for 5:15 so that I had time to get ready. How he got '4' from '5:15' and why he thought I needed to get up when the alarm hadn't gone off yet, I have no idea. I was probably a little snappish, because I remember being irritable, but I don't remember the words I said - only that I did.

Talk about broken sleep! *grins wryly* Of course, by way of consolation, I know that Scott got less sleep than I, and quite as broken.

Poor guy.

Jury Duty

Jury duty, I must conclude, consists mainly of sitting around: on the bus, on the train, and then in the jury duty room.

Well, okay, not really. But still. It was an entertaining morning, at least.

1. The bus I was going to catch arrived at the Transit Center with steam rising (and water pouring) from the back end. Needless to say, it pulled in, parked, and didn't leave. Broken radiator hose...lucky for the passengers they were close enough to the TC the driver just stopped there. (There are two bus routes that are the same after that TC, in the direction the bus was going. Before, they don't overlap except one stop. So much earlier and they'd've waited a half hour, instead of 10-15 minutes.)

2. Arrive on time anyway (was shooting for slightly early, lest late occur). Fill out forms. Spend lots of time waiting while slower people fill out forms.

3. Jury orientation. A very humorous little presentation from the head judge about how we're selected (mostly telling people ahead of time that we might get another summons because there are duplicates on the list, just turn it away if so).

4. Selection of the grand jury. Three groups of 7 people who get to serve a day or two a week for five weeks, lucky them. The number just above mine was called; and the number two below; but not me. Someone was excused from it for something on their form. A pregnant woman, due in four weeks, was called and excused. They left with the group...and the jury coordinator came back after less than 5 minutes to get another person. One of the guys was over 70 and decided to exercise his right to get out of jury duty...apparently, grand jury was more than he wanted.

5. With the grand jury stuff done, they put us on break for people who needed to resolve parking, get snacks, etc., for 10 minutes.

6. 10 minutes after the break is over, we're sitting around chatting, when they tell us we can all go home. Five of five cases, settled without calling for a jury.

I'm going to work for the afternoon, now...have a good day!