I reported to the courthouse, knit for about an hour and was then called to a courtroom. The rest of the day was spent in the jury selection process. I read but did not knit.
And, in the end, I was selected.
The kicker? The trial is supposed to last SIX weeks.
When I left the courthouse at 5pm, I almost got hysterical. I called TR, hoping to catch him at the office, but I had to leave a message. At the end of the message, when I said I was supposed to serve for six weeks, I started laughing. Then I called and left a message for my boss. Luckily, minus the laughing.
It's outrageous, but I'm actually looking forward to it.
Conveniently, the courthouse is only a 15 minute walk from my office so I'll be able to stop by before or after court and keep vaguely up to date on things. Of course, considering how slow work is these days, I may not need to go by every day.
Not sure how writing is going to fit in with jury duty; I'll just have to play that by ear. If I have energy, I can write when I get home. But when rowing starts--in a week!--I'm not sure when I'll have time to post. This should be interesting.
I'll tell you all about the case in six weeks. Wish me luck!
Grateful for: my first trial.