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civic duty

Matt's on jury duty this week. We'd been joking around that maybe he'd end up on 1 of the 2 splashy local murder cases - a stabbing of a beauty queen and her roommate, and a crazy-looking dentist who may or may not have offed his wife back in the 90's. Instead, he found himself on a pretty grim child abuse case. I don't know anything more about it. He could have gotten out of it because of his work schedule, but he felt compelled to stay since there were so many idiots in the jury pool.

I'm proud of him, because nothing in his experience has prepared him for this kind of real-world horror (which is why he was chosen as a juror) and he's hanging in there. I don't think he's ever had to consider the matter so closely, and it's brutal just to think about, much less live through.

He came home last night and just wasn't there at all. He was going to go to the gym, then decided against it. I suggested a dog walk, and he spaced out the whole time, which was fine. We got home and I suggested cards or ping pong or going to a distracting, upbeat movie but nothing sounded good to him. Eventually I dragged him out for dessert and a quick trip to the $5 movie section at Target to get something silly.

But this morning he looked just awful. He yelled at the dogs for goofing around and we all were completely taken aback. He apologized and left. Poor kid.