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I’m feeling a little down today. Not because Christmas is over, not because it’s dreary out or because I bought the wrong presents, not because three of four people in my house right now are sick sick sick with a stomach bug, not because there are 700 channels with nothing to watch or because we’re broke as a joke, not because I’m having surgery in 16 days… really, I just can’t find a real reason why. I just feel poopy. Maybe it’s all of those things put together.

I want something fun and exciting to do, but I can’t come up with a thing! I’m one of those lame people who responds “eh…” to all 123982398 suggestions I’m given. I guess I’ll just sleep the rest of the evening away.

22 days ago I entered the courthouse not knowing what an incredible and gut wrenching journey I was in for. Today, around noon, I left the same courthouse for the first time without a deputy escort. I also left knowing that I had just helped put two men away for life in prison. I’m not sure that I have everything worked out in my head just yet and I’m not sure how I feel, but I am so glad it’s all over.

I’ve gone back and read several of the local paper’s articles on the trial. Not all of what was written regarding the jury was truthful. I’m particularly bothered by their coverage of the juror that was dismissed on the second day of our deliberation. In the primary article about her on December 14, she was portrayed as having lied to the court during jury selection about knowing people related to the case. I know for a fact that this is not true. I was on her selection panel and I know that she did turn in the names that she was familiar with. I’m unsure of whether or not this is an issue of the press misconstruing information or if, possibly, the attorneys were trying to cover their butts for not having excluded her as a juror in the beginning. Either way, the juror did nothing wrong.

I’m tired, though… and again, just glad this is all over.

Patrick and I finally decorated a little bit for Christmas. After having our big tree last year constantly molested and mutilated by the fur kids, we decided to go with not one, but two small table top versions and lots of squirt bottle action. So far so good!
Merry Christmas!

I am so drained. Physically, mentally, and emotionally wiped out.
Why, you ask? Well, I can’t tell you. This time next week, hopefully I will be able to spill my guts. If I’m lucky. Until then…