Silly stuff

Today I have ruined a perfectly beautiful day with silly stuff. After class today, a particularly fruitful class that did not require much work on my part but more on my students' parts, I went looking for a ghost story by A.S. Byatt, "July Ghost," published in 1987, and thereafter in many anthologies, for a class I am teaching this summer (in a few weeks!). I couldn't find it, despite hitting up the Internet and three libraries.
Then I wrote a letter to the county to tell them my dad cannot serve on a jury. Imagine that! Of course, he would love to, but who is going to sit there and help him? Not me! I hope they do not give me any trouble. In my experience, they're pretty flexible. They gave me years of exemptions when my son was small. I served for the first time a couple of years ago, and found it very interesting indeed, but who can carve out time for it in a life like mine?
Jeremy tells me he would claim insanity or rabid opinions to keep off a jury. It of course irritated me, but I should have known better than to say so. He only says these things to piss me off.