The jury pool office has a cruel sense of timing. I have yet to meet someone who got called for a date not in the middle of something. Right after we got back, I got my first letter for jury duty. I faxed them a letter asking for an excusal, I think I have a decent reason: If not excused, I'll miss my honeymoon. I attached a copy of the receipt for our non-refundable tickets and noted that Matt won't be able to take vacation again for another year. Several people have reassured me that they probably will excuse me, but I've heard some pretty harsh stories from others which makes me think that the jury pool office has become either desperate or heartless. I'm hoping that at the end of January I'll be on a plane to Vegas, not sulking in a courtroom.

When Matt and I are walking together sometimes he's nearly dragging me along. He wants me to speed up and hurry along with him, meanwhile I'm telling him to slow down, there's no rush or urgency, no one is waiting for us. Since I finished school and stopped working, for me everything has slowed down. I look back and I don't recognize myself. I had that same sense of urgency that Matt carries with him, the sense that you have no time, thirty-six hour days shoved into twenty-four.

I'm aware that I have this wonderful freedom of time that he doesn't, but I wish that he would stop being so focused on the next (destination / task / great idea) and spend some time in the now.