I compromised with the two dogs this morning. Took them on a short walk down the street. They seemed to be satisfied with that, since I’m going to be gone most of the day.
Second week of jury duty and I’ve been summoned to report in today. Unlike last week when things were pretty slow.
Too bad I watched that TV episode last night about the death of a juror. Who was to blame? It was the ex-husband. He did it the slow way with psychological torture–destruction of the final vestiges of her self-esteem.
What’s in store today? Will I be selected for a trial, or continue to languish in the jury pool? That’s yet to be revealed. There’s no lack of real-life whodunits.