A big rat and jury duty

Duncan's now about 6 months old. He's a big boy. Right at this very moment, Crow's asleep on the couch, Hudson's asleep on the floor by my feet, and Duncan's sound asleep under my sweater. When Duncan was new, the dogs were really excited by him, and all of the energy was a little bit scary. Now, just three months since Duncan arrived, he's old news, and I love it that I can sit with him this way. Little things make me happy.

Jury duty today - day one of four was easy. Reported. Got logged in. Sat. Waited. Knit a sock. Watched an instructional video. Waited for further instructions. Got a bathroom break. And ultimately, we were let go early because the defendant in the pending trial entered a guilty plea and a jury would not be needed. Day two will be even easier. My "services are not needed," and I can go to work, although I will need to check the court website tomorrow night to see if I have to report to court on Wednesday, and again on Wednesday night, to see if I'm required on Thursday. And that's it then, for three years. In this county, you can't be called more often than once every three years, and since the population in this county isn't sufficient to support "one day, one trial," you're on call for one week, Monday through Thursday. We were told today that there didn't appear to be any more trials pending, and that if we had any plans this week, we could probably count on keeping them, although we still have to check each evening regarding the next day's service. Without making any promises, though, the jury coordinator told us it looked like we were off the hook.

As I said, little things make me happy.

P.S. When I saw this photo, I realized I needed to take some weight off Duncan. I have, which is more than I've done for myself.