Excused

 

 

Not a word from The Bailiff yesterday. Yea. 

I'm trying to remember the last time I was so happy being passed over for something. It was probably during jury duty about 20 years ago, when a defense attorney decided I was too opinionated and the judge excused me from the panel. 

Here's a hint if you don't want to serve: elaborate on every question they ask. You will soon find your big, fat foot in your mouth and the lawyers won't want you.

Anyway, the month of February was littered with appointments and obligations and now finally whittled down to a few things. The taxes are in the accountant's hands. I still have to do my routine medical labs. An anxious person by nature my imagination always has a dandy old time waiting for results. But soon that will be in the rear view window also. 

Enough about my trivial complaints! Exciting things are on the far horizon. Short term, we're looking forward to finally getting back to the Twisp house for a quick visit. Winter is having a last gasp in the mountains now, but next week looks more like spring.