This Morning...

The jury trial should go away. If so, I can actually get work done the rest of the week. About time.

I have to see a maternal-fetal specialist. That's where I get my big sonogram. They have limited appointments, and Alan can only go to appointments on Friday mornings, so he likely won't be able to go to the sonogram. He takes off whenever he can, but he's in charge of things going on with the legislature. It sucks, especially for him. (As long as everything goes right, it's okay for me. Not great, but I'll survive.)

Etcetera.