I Don't Think It Will Work, So I Won't Be Wearing White or Princess Leia Hair Buns Today (Although I Thought About It)

Personal hell is having to sit around on a chair waiting to be called. I'm not a fan of DMVs, doctor's offices, or Jury summons, although I'm dutiful enough to respect courts, should they select me this morning. I am bringing both audio and physical copies of Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower, something I want to reread before Ibi Zoboi's poetic biography, Star Child, debuts in January. I will be the geek with pods in his ears and a book in his lap at 8 a.m. this morning.

I have vivid memories of my mother's selection to Grand Jury as a kid and how stressed it made her, and how quiet she was and still is about the experience. If selected, I will do what I'm asked to do. A year ago, the case they called me for was dismissed and I was let go. I had no idea they'd quickly be knocking at my door once again. Chitunga, too, has said, "I'm just waiting my time. I put off two-years of summons while in college." His time will come again, too.

Is is good to wish such things for your family members?

Okay. Truth telling time: I'm running a 5K tomorrow (NOT). I'm walking. I don't dare run, but it is a good cause and I want to show my support for the Vicki Soto foundation. I also have a birthday party that follows. I'm not committing to what I'll be doing, but I'm exhausted, and imagine I will celebrate bitgtime. Those of us presenting at NCTE have to have materials in by Sunday, so I know many of my friends are also working on that...nothing like presenting live, and anticipating how you'll be lively two-weeks from now. I'm getting closer.

And, if I'm selected, I have to rethink everything in my life. Something tells me I won't be a desired juror, but maybe I will be. Who knows?