I spent the last three days of last week killing time in Santa Monica as I waited for the process of jury selection to unfold. And as the third day drew to a close, I couldn’t decide, was I feeling lucky, or was that a sense of doom?

Turned out “doom” was on the money, unless of course you relish the prospect of sitting on a trial for a month. I don’t even mind the idea so much, I’m sure it’ll be interesting and I’m happy to do my civic duty, but it’s the being away from work for a month part I’m not so excited about.

I’ll be able to go in a few days that the courts are off, but it’s going to be a strange month.