The Wheels of Justice Have A Flat Tire

I woke up sick this morning, running a fever and with a wretched sore throat. I called the Courtroom Deputy* at 7:30 and told him that I had a temperature of 101°. He told me to make a cup of tea and he'd call me right back. Twenty minutes later, he called and told me that the trial had been postponed for two days, and that I should report back on Monday. Single-handedly, I have stopped the wheels of justice. Huh.






* the man in charge of the care and feeding of the jury - and yes, feeding includes bagels.