Jury Duty

On Monday I had jury duty. I had postponed it a couple of times already. The first time was way back in September when I had my mastectomy. I hadn’t expected to be doing chemo afterwards so when the lady who reschedules these things suggested postponing it until March 15th, that seemed like more than enough time for recovery. Well, by March 15th I was still recovering from chemo and doing jury duty was out of the question. However, I’m well enough now.

I’ve been had jury duty three times now since I moved to Portland and not once has my name been called to even be considered for a jury. I sat around all day and read a textbook for the exam I’m taking to upgrade my qualifications as a drug and alcohol counselor. I got the verification that I’m registered for the exam and it turns out that it’s in June, not July as I had thought, so my study time is truncated. Fortunately, my brain is working better now and I’m able to read more complex material. It wasn’t a huge burden to sit around and be forced to read all day. I have three heavy tomes to chew my way through before the exam. I figure if I read a chapter a day I should make it.

During lunch I went to my office and dashed off a letter to a client that I had tried to write to last week. Last week I had been discouraged because everything seemed so impossible. I couldn’t find the letter I was supposed to answer, I couldn’t find the forms I was supposed to send him. At lunch I dashed in, found the letter, found a form that I could copy, answered the letter, enclosed the copies I had made, and dashed back to the jury room. The brain fog has lifted.