Yesterday was the second Jury Draw (of the three that I have to endure to meet my civic duty this year) and I spent 8 hours sitting on a hard wooden bench with only a thin cushion (very thin. Like 1/2 inch thin. Thin.) to protect my bony little butt.*
The good news is that I got the cuff of a sock knit. The bad news is that I'll probably have to rip it out. While I like a little negative ease in my socks, this one is turning out a little too negative-easish. Like somewhere between tourniquet and Chinese footbinding. I'm not even going to bother taking a photo, since I'm going to rip it. So the good news 2 is that I'll be able to knit it over, and it's good that I have knitting to look forward to because the bad news 2 is that we didn't finish picking a jury and have to go back next Thursday to continue the whole longwinded boring process.
* My theory is that they don't want us to get too comfortable and fall asleep from boredom. Which I did anyway. I seem to be making a habit of sleeping in the courtroom. Maybe I should point this out if they try to select me for a jury. I'm sure it wouldn't look good if the bailiff had to keep poking me to wake me up.