Back From Court
- Got a ride to court with a neighbour.
- Gave a CD of digital photos to Assistant State's Attorney.
- Talked to other vehicle owners, made sure State's Attorney has all contact info.
- Went into the courtroom, where we all stood in a row behind the State's Attorneys when the case was called.
- Defendant asked for more time to get a lawyer; spun a story about why he didn't have one yet, that the judge didn't appear to really believe but had to say was plausible enough to grant the extra time.
- Had the judge read off potential dates until we found one that all of us witnesses could deal with. Was told we'd be "on call" (won't have to show up that day unless called, but have to be near a phone and not more than an hour's travel from the courthouse).
- Got copies of a more detailed police report than the form a neighbour had gotten when he went to the police station to ask for one.
- Came home, feeling kinda wretched from having gotten moving after so little sleep.
Now to see what else of my to-do list I can manage to handle despite feeling creaky and tired and having a wobbly stomach, since I'm already up and dressed and once I stop moving I'll probably not get back up again.
My head hurts. Fortunately the next court date will be an afternoon session. (Well, fortunate for me and at least one or two other witnesses; less fortunate for the police officer, who has the same problem with afternoons as I do with mornings -- worst possible point in his normal sleep/wake cycle, because he works midnights. Though he presumably doesn't have all the extra repercussions that fibromyalgia imposes on me from such scheduling, I am sympathetic. (But I am still glad that I won't have to get up so early that day.))