Got up early yesterday to make it to Jury Duty. STILL, a week later, in the selection process. I’m starting to wonder if I shouldn’t have simply pleaded hardship. Show up at 10. At 10:30 we get dismissed until 2pm so the judge can talk privately to several potentials. I go shopping for shoes and realize, I may have a problem as I couldn’t narrow it down to one pair, and couldn’t see myself going back through security with 6 or 7 pairs.

Return to jury duty at 2pm with no new shoes. Dismissed 10 minutes later because the jury pool is too small. Too many other, wiser people have won their hardship cases. Hence, a week later, I’m still waiting to see if I’m picked. The wheels of justice turn slowly.

Head home to work on my photography site for a bit. Field a few phone calls. Run of to a fancy pants hotel to play with a client. Get him all trussed up in my own special way for dinner. Something about having a perfectly delightful, some what stuffy dinner, with your dining partner in distress. From the outside, I’m certain we looked like everyone else in the dining room – aside from the occasional grimace or buzzing noise…. Oh, and the giggling.

Get home late, work some more on my new site – it’s close enough to being finished that I can’t put it away. Realize it’s officially summer, although somewhat early here in San Francisco as I doze off to the sound of fog horns.

Get up early (still listening to those fog horns) and grab a ride back to the courthouse. Saves me a bus trip, looking for parking, or risking having my bike stolen, but it also gets me here an hour early.

So here I sit, surrounded by lawyers, and bail bondmen and, well, those who are in need of the former because of the next, the police men (no women – darn!) as I work on my site and post to you.

I would simply love to take pictures (nearly said shoot, thought that would be in bad taste) the police man I’m sitting next to. All the leather and the gun and the great boots – his portrait would look fabulous among those of my Mistress and Escort friends.

So far I have restrained myself from asking, however if he’s still here (staring at my cleavage) when I reach the bottom of my cappuccino, caffeine may require move forward with that ill thought out plan.