Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Ignorance is no crime. Willful ignorance is unfortunate and intellectually debilitating. Advocating willful ignorance is profoundly immoral." -- 'RBH', 2007-03-10 (responding to "Egnorance: The Egotistical Combination of Ignorance and Arrogance")

Whee. Off to court on far too little sleep...

• Got a ride to court with a neighbour.
• Gave a CD of digital photos to Assistant State's Attorney.
• Talked to other vehicle owners, made sure State's Attorney has all contact info.
• Went into the courtroom, where we all stood in a row behind the State's Attorneys when the case was called.
• Defendant asked for more time to get a lawyer; spun a story about why he didn't have one yet, that the judge didn't appear to really believe but had to say was plausible enough to grant the extra time.
• Had the judge read off potential dates until we found one that all of us witnesses could deal with. Was told we'd be "on call" (won't have to show up that day unless called, but have to be near a phone and not more than an hour's travel from the courthouse).
• Got copies of a more detailed police report than the form a neighbour had gotten when he went to the police station to ask for one.
• Came home, feeling kinda wretched from having gotten moving after so little sleep.

Now to see what else of my to-do list I can manage to handle despite feeling creaky and tired and having a wobbly stomach, since I'm already up and dressed and once I stop moving I'll probably not get back up again.

My head hurts. Fortunately the next court date will be an afternoon session. (Well, fortunate for me and at least one or two other witnesses; less fortunate for the police officer, who has the same problem with afternoons as I do with mornings -- worst possible point in his normal sleep/wake cycle, because he works midnights. Though he presumably doesn't have all the extra repercussions that fibromyalgia imposes on me from such scheduling, I am sympathetic. (But I am still glad that I won't have to get up so early that day.))

I kept going longer than I thought I would. I took care of some errands, got the bass back, got Secret Magical Honda-Specific Power Steering Fluid, super-glued a paper napkin to the crack in the power steering reservoir (intentionally), ate lunch ... uh, not in that order. Got to chat with muzikmaker21 over lunch, which was nifty (the conversation was much niftier than the lunch, though the lunch wasn't bad).

The long-sleeved top that fit the weather so well when I left the house to go to court this morning, became far too warm for the way the afternoon warmed up. Go figure. You'd think it was spring or something ...

I painted my nails today. But, uh, with real paint, not nail polish. And, uh, not evenly, kinda spots and smudges. And, well, not just my nails, but other parts of my fingers. And, yeah, not intentionally. Maybe I should've slept first, before marking stuff with a really old (but surprisingly not dried-out!) paint-pen.

Feeling more than a little dead now.

Oh my. Lots and lots and lots and LOTS of sirens while I was writing this. And two (2) helicopters. (I'm gussing that the one too far to see the markings on is television; the nearer one is police. Who has a black or Very Dark Blue helicopter? Would that be WBAL?) I feel as though I should put my clothes back on, grab a camera, and go see what happened. But I'm not sure I'm really awake enough to deal with that. I think I need to just fall over now.

Er ... after I program the VCRs, 'cause sleeping through prime-time does not seem unlikely.

Oh! The second helicopter was WJZ (channel 13). They just showed an arial view on the telly, It's a fire in a rowhouse. They almost never bother to send cameras -- heck, they rarely even bother to mention -- when a house catches fire in southwest Baltimore (as opposed to some other parts of town). I wonder what's special about this one.