Survived and thrived through my first ever jury duty appearance. Wore a mask as did more folks than I had expected. Noted that I was absolutely overdressed in slacks vs. the actual house slippers I saw another person wear.

Chuckled internally at another potential juror’s dad joke, “I am enjoying peering at a group of my peers at our jury duty aPEERance.” Chuckled less when it was repeated again a couple of hours later.

Was both delighted and disappointed to not have been chosen, but overall grateful to not have been voir dired by lawyers because they scared me. Especially when they were trying to be nice.

Began to internally panic as more of my people announced (or conveyed through the rumor mill) that they had COVID automatically causing me to think my throat was scratchy and that I had a headache.

Booked an online appointment for a loved one to get tested for COVID in less than a minute. Nice change from the actual hours waiting in line at the urgent care circa my childhood.

Felt exhausted prepping for vacation. Almost considered not going. Did however enjoy the “vacation” shopping trip at Costco and was only slightly judged by the clerk who guessed our total would be over $400. (It was not. Phew.)

Attended my virtual book club to discuss a recently published book of poetry about grief. Cue all the feels. Added bonus included having the author attend and hearing him read a selection. Highly recommend More God Than Dead.

Overheard at The Eilers: Me: Can you stop whistling, please?? I’m too crabby for this. Brian: Oh. Right. Sorry about that. (Starts quietly singing instead.)

Met a friend for early happy hour drinks and snacks downtown. Was politely and firmly told that since we didn’t have a reservation we could have the table for one hour. At 4:30pm on a Wednesday. In Montana. No further evidence of the hipster doofus nature of our mountain town needed.

Me? I’m just accidentally melting my combs by leaving them too close to my straightener.