How often do you relax? I mean, really, truly relax? Like you’ve just gotten up from a massage table, disjointed bones, melting muscles kind of relax? It’s been too long for me. I realized yesterday when Tony did a 10 second neck massage, and I resisted it for the first 5 seconds, that maybe relaxing is a learned thing. I don’t do relaxing well, apparently.
I got another summons for jury duty. At least it’s just one so far. The last time before this I was called to show up the month William was due, so December of 2011. I was getting summoned every 6 months at both my post office box and my street address. Kind of ridiculous. I had my doctor write a note to excuse me, and while I was at it, I mentioned the address issue… I didn’t hear from them after that until now, 2 years later. Someone at the jury office put it on their calendar, I’m thinking. I can’t wait for the one that I just know is coming in the mail to the street address! Either that, or they’re going through the employee list of my company, because my co-worker, our CFO and our Compliance Manager have all been called in the last month. Talk about relaxing, huh?
In the same day’s mail I received a payout from a 401K account from my previous job from a contribution that came in after I rolled the account over? From year 2009? With taxes taken out of it? I had no idea they could do this 5 years later… strangest thing ever.
And… a suspenseful ending to my weirdly random post: I’ve been trying to paint my nails for the last week. I just started them now, let’s see if I can finish before William wakes up to go to the bathroom.