Today I had jury duty. I never even got to voir dire, which sucks because I do look at this as my opportunity to help our justice system work and I do want to put the time and effort into it, because I'd want someone else to put the time and effort into it if I were depending on a jury. I felt kind of deflated when I left, like a useless cog (both of the trials I might have been called for plead guilty at the last minute) but the whole thing gave me about five hours to work on the play I started writing for Trillian on the plane back from England. It's nearly done.
I got home and changed into microfleece lounging pants and lounged on the bed with Momcat1, typing. She doesn't love me, but she has yet to attack me. It's been a frabjuous day, actually. I'm going to finish typing this up and momcat and I will listen to the radio play of At the Mountains of Madness.
Life is pretty darn good.