A lesson I learned this morning is to always double check the date on your jury summons before you write it on your calendar. That'll keep you from driving 30 minutes to a courthouse at an awful hour in the morning for no reason.
So, after learning the painful lesson the hard way I decided, due to bad traffic and a pounding headache, to drop in on my friends because I knew there would be coffee. They had kids that had to be gotten up and taken off to school. Someone would be up and coffee would be available.
Once again this morning I was wrong.
Charlie met me in the driveway and escorted me into the house. I walked into dead silence.
And then I made one step too many and Nia saw me. At least I think her name is Nia. Usually I just call her "Please Don't Eat Me". She went nuts barking and Charlie, the traitor, joined her.
I quickly sat down and played dead hoping she would take that as a sign of weakness and decide not to take a plug out of me. I looked up to see two extremely sleepy, confused people (I would say friends, but I don't know if they were thinking of me as a friend at that point) staring at me like I'm crazy. I am crazy. It was crazy. So their confusion made perfect sense to me.
Em immediately put water on to boil. She's seen me without sleep and little caffeine before. She knows how ugly it can be. Then, as the intelligent young lady she is, she went straight back to bed.
The coffee got French pressed. I inhaled it as I tried to apologize and explain my presence to the third person I woke up as he stumbled into the kitchen.
I had forgotten the kids don't physically go to school on Thursday. So, no one was up when I crashed in on their nice, calm, cozy little world. You would think that I would remember the Thursday thing, because two of my kids went to that school and I taught there once upon a time.
Then Nia, the same dog that threatened to tear me limb from limb earlier, curled up with me on the couch and we took a nap together.
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It's also a good idea to turn in the exemption form for your jury summons so you don't suddenly remember that you forgot to do that an hour after you were supposed to show up...and you go racing to the Town Hall with your young children in tow and run breathlessly to the office to explain and apologize profusely and hope upon hope that there will be no fine or fee assessed and have your little 6-year-old daughter with wide eyes and trembling lips ask the clerk, "Is my Mommy going to have to go to jail?"
Or something like that...
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