Bit of a scramble this morning.
Woke up late and tired, decided ye olde brain was in no useful shape for writing, and to tidy the house instead. An act of desperation.
I found a pink envelope that informed me it was URGENT. Pink envelopes are not urgent. Pink does not say “open me.” Pink says “breeze on by.” I had already ignored it for a while, but I opened it this morning.
Discovered it held a government jury selection form. What? Okay.
But heaven forfend I check which column is YES and which is NO. In a tired blur, I ended up checking YES confirming I’d been convicted of the entire slew of crimes they listed.
On the upside, I found an eraser after only a wee bit of a scramble in ye olde desk.
On the extra upside, I think it might be fun to behave in a slightly angled way today, do something different to commemorate my day of mass criminality.
Something other than finish cleaning the house.
This is not my house. Nor a pink government form. Nor a crime. I think.