jury duty, 1.22.25

i was summoned for jury duty today in framingham out of all places. i had to take i-93 to i-95 to i-90, which is hell in the new england area around morning rush hour. i was 5 minutes late to the courthouse and could not find parking. the lot was packed and the street parking was obsolete as the snow had been plowed where parking normally was. after 15 minutes of going around in circles, i called the courthouse. the lady said they had already started but rescheduled me for the woburn courthouse in march. because i didn’t want to be stuck in traffic heading home, i went to wendy’s and got a french toast sticks breakfast. it was too good. afterwards, i hung around the natick area before jennifer texted me with some news i didn’t expect. i wonder why we always think of the worst when we receive bad news, but i guess it helps with expectations. perhaps it’s a defensive mechanism protecting us from our own hope, but do we need hope if we have faith? or do those two go hand in hand?

i’ll let you be the judge.

-ratha, 3:11pm, 1.22.25