Tuesday morning

I'm headed to the courthouse in a few minutes. I talked to a couple of people on the phone this morning, and no one knows if the general public is allowed to watch juror selection. The last person I spoke with said to go to the courtroom and ask the deputy stationed outside the door, so I.m headed over there to do just that.

If I can't watch jury selection, at least I'll learn my way around the courthouse!

If jury selection is completed this morning then the trial could start this afternoon.

I didn't get much sleep last night....bed was comfortable, had my own pillow from home, and god knows I was tired after that 10 hour drive, but too much in my head. It occurs to me that I'm here as several different people all rolled into one old slightly overweight woman....there's the little girl who's father & brother intimidated, controlled, and frightened her by brutally killing her pets in front of her.

There's also the adult woman who has, according to some people, loved her pets way too much, and has gone overboard in her attachment to them.

There's also the adult woman who became involved in rescue and fostering, which also has caused some people to say I'm a little nuts.

And finally, I'm here as Lucha's momma, the momma who took her in and watched her sigh with happiness each night as she settled in next to my hubby in bed, her head on his pillow, the covers pulled up to her neck. I'm here as the momma who 9 months later sat on a curb in a parking lot outside the Chicago Pet Expo and cried and hugged her goodbye because she was going to her forever home with Diane Eldrup and her little boy. The tears were only for me, because I become attached to every one of my fosters and I was going to miss this chubby blonde girl. I was so happy that she had found a wonderful home, and would have her very own kid....she loved children, which is not common with chihuahuas. How was I to know that 4 years later her wonderful home would turn into a nightmare of death and suffering?