I am fulfilling my dooty. Jury, that is. No reading. No knitting. No sleeping. The image of the courtroom and its occupants are indelibly etched in my mind, and I continuously review it. (Those little brain mice running in circles!) I’m in the jury pool. Maybe Monday I’ll know I’m not on the jury (crossing fingers). It’s a long process, selecting a jury. Bad timing for work, but nothing foreseeable to reschedule ahead of time. No, I’m not anymore special than any of my co-jurors!
I had to cast on something. Everything I’m working on now is either DPNs, at a complicated point, or too bulky to carry around. Or all of the above. Or a victim of the County Fair. So it’s a Baby Surprise Jacket (Elizabeth Zimmerman) in Rowan Felted Tweed (I think – I’m not looking for it just now). I have some waiting around time – lunch, a few minutes waiting for the court session to start.
In other news: We have a girl! Rabbit.
Linda Lear, Beatrix Potter: A Life in Nature. Slowly being read.
And not much else, besides bedtime reading. I’ve been knitting – a bit of this, a bit of that. The Trekking socks lost some needles last weekend at the County Fair (grrrrrr). To continue knitting, all I need to do is go upstairs and get some more, but now I have an incomplete set of 3. Not much I can do with them, other than poke annoying people.
I seem to be a bit grouchy today?