Sitting in Phoenix Sky Harbor Airport Monday night, I got the news that I had to be at federal jury duty in downtown Los Angeles Tuesday morning at 7:45 a.m. Ah the woes of the leisure traveler.
I'm not complaining. I'm explaining.
The jury duty necessitated washing clothes all through the night so I would have something other than "Angels Cactus League Spring Training" shirts to wear. Then taking the 6:02 a.m. train into LA.
I was tired and spent most of the day in a zombified post-vacation daze, sitting in the jury room, watching Scooter Libby get convicted.
The best part of yesterday was a glorious cup of iced coffee while lounging under a blooming magenta bougainvillea vine on historic Olvera St. during lunch. It was about 75 degrees and the birdies were singing...who says LA isn't beautiful?
I went to bed at 8:40 last night. The sleep I got was better than any spa treatment. I am awake and ready to go. Alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic.