Good morning, chickens!
I’m welcoming myself back from a lovely five days of no work in which I hung out at Ravinia, learned how to paddleboard (and I love it, except for the parts when I went flying off the board into the lake- and even that, not so bad), and spent a lot of time hanging with my family.
It was enough to make me forget about the reality for awhile.
Which meant that last night, when I got home, I of course found a jury summons buried underneath a bunch of mail on my counter.
When was I to report for duty?
Why, today of course.
Momentary panic ensued.
It’s exhausting to be me sometimes, you guys.
I crossed my fingers and called the standby number, hoping that I would be spared actually going into the Daley Center, but alas, it was not to be so this time.
And thus, I am gearing up this morning to go serve out my civic duty.
Which I am happy to do.
But wish was in two weeks, after I got back to work and made my trip to Connecticut next week.
This meant that I spent last night frantically trying to catch up on e-mail far past my bedtime, with only men’s gymnastics to keep me company.
When the UK men lost the silver medal to the Japanese after a dramatic inquiry, I nearly broke down into tears.
Which meant that it was time to pack it in for the evening.
Here’s hoping I can get some work done while hanging at the court house today.
Enjoy the sunshine, chickadees!