A colleague asked me what I did over the summer. For a minute, I could only remember going to Mexico and heading to the desert to visit the family. The month after returning from Oaxaca, what did I do beyond return to the desert and head to Lake Tahoe?
Then, I remembered the week I was in jury duty limbo, calling every other day to see if I would be needed, planning only so far in advance, and keeping just one of my fingers crossed that I wouldn’t be subject to a questionnaire or voir dire. The other part of me welcomes civic duty and is intrigued by the opportunity to see how the truth unfolds.