Even though I didn’t have jury duty yesterday (we’re only in court on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday), I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

And I’m not even referring to the trial because I barely thought about that at all.

I just kept thinking about my new family of jurors in the jury room of that massive,  hideous courthouse on Adams Street.

Not that I wanted to be there. Running in Prospect Park at 1:30 p.m. with my personal trainer (and doing push ups, ab exercises and other exertions), I felt blessed to be outside on such a gorgeous day. While running, I did think of the judge, the clerks, the court officers, lawyers, plaintiffs, etc. who were working in the courtroom taking care of all kinds of legal business. 

It was also great to be in my office to catch up on all the work I didn’t get around to all week.  I thought about my fellow jurors. Many of them went back to the
jobs they were so happy to be away from. For many, jury duty is a
relaxing alternative to going to work; a change of scenery, a change of
pace.

I tried to visualize each and every juror: The Tardy Juror, the
Color-Coordinated Juror, Dad, The Juror with a Cane, and all the
others, and wondered if they were enjoying their day away from the
court room and the jury room.

I am finding it easier and easier to turn off all thoughts of the trial
itself. I think that focusing on the inter-personal dynamics between
the jurors (and writing about them), makes it easier to forget about
the trial and make good on my promise to the judge not to talk or think
about the trial. I find that I can truly put it out of my mind.