The Secret Service Left Me Alone, Now I've Got to Deal with Courthouse Security Guards

(dusts dirt off shoulders, smoothes skirt and flips hair)
I am happy to report that I survived yesterday's trip to D.C. suburbia unscathed. No frisking at the hands of swarthy Secret Service agents (mixed blessing, that) and no sudden desire to wear Momjeans or have a child named Ashlyn. So all candlelight vigils may now be called to a halt.

Now, let's see what's scribbled in the daytimer for today......Oh sweet Jesus, I've got jury duty.