Close, But No Cigar

 

Well.... (somewhat) unfortunately, my jury number was again bypassed for today.... so while I was happy to NOT have to serve.... as I mentioned yesterday, if I HAD to serve at all, today would have been the best potential day to do so out of the lot because it POTENTIALLY meant I could mosey to the cigar shop the fellow from Mass visits and participate in the "Old Geezers Club" festivities that occur around lunch (if I had also been dismissed early).  So.... "close, but no cigar".  

It would have been a helluva lot of fun.  I have been imagining in my head the enjoyable camaraderie that likely occurs at this sort of gathering.  I am not sure when/if I will ever have a free lunchtime on a Thursday in the foreseeable future.  (sigh)

Even though it may sound like a bunch of carping on my part..... I can attest that the daily uncertainty of what I am going to do each day and when..... leaves me feeling awfully "damn dog tired".  This is a phrase I remember being used by some of my relatives when I was a kid, and I always found it alliterative, descriptive and fun.  So, I occasionally pepper it into conversation when appropriate and possible. 

Being "dead dog tired" is so TRUE, however, even though I have not yet had to report for jury duty.  The waiting until each evening (or the day of) to know..... drains me.

I ran another 11.5 (~18.5 km) miles this morning.  

I would so relish a pipe.  I so would feel invigorated by its comfort.  

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