Today I woke up at 5am to go to traffic court. No one ever wants to go to court. With knots in my stomach I reached for the phone to call Tom. I can always count on him to calm my fears and to tell me that my worries are ridiculous (they usually are). Tom wakes up at 5 am to start work on the vineyard so I knew he would like a wake up call too. Unfortunately, his assurance that everything would go fine, "its just a traffic ticket", didn't calm my churning intestinal system.
Of course, it went off without a hitch. I was the first person in line, the first person at the ticket window, and the 4th to last person called in the courtroom. It took forever in there! Have you ever been to traffic court? The judge and bailiff are so intimidating!
Don't you hate when they make you choose whether you are guilty, not guilty, or no contest? It is hard for me to admit that I am guilty of anything. I am the person who follows every rule or law to a T. I never got in trouble in school or any other place so saying that word GUILTY was extra difficult. That's why I said no contest. It means the same thing as guilty, but without the extra guilt!
A wave of relief passed over me as I left. That was one major thing that I can check off my list of things to do this fall and winter. A huge thing. Checking that one off makes me want to check off more things but they will have to wait for at least one day of R&R.