When I got up this morning, I saw that the lead story in the Northern KY news concerns the trial. Jury selection begins the day after tomorrow. If I were wise, I would probably ignore all the coverage, leave the articles unread or unwatched — I know that what is to come will be ugly in ways I would not have anticipated as recently as last weekend when I drove up there. But I read and watch, at least in part to know what is openly thought or known, and occasionally in the hope that I’ll find a bit of information of which I was unaware.
Closer to home, the Spawn has had a sore throat for a couple of days, and because we learned that at least one of her classmates has strep, she and I went to the local “urgent care center”, or as some call it, the “Doc-in-a-box.” Urgency was not necessarily on the menu today — we spent three hours in the waiting room — but the staff was caring, pleasant, and professional en route to telling us that what the Spawn has is not strep, but rather a bad cold. In a small town moment, the doctor on duty was the father of a young man I taught in the Spring, when I thought I might have to leave late in the term. Even so, I was taken aback when he said, “You’re on sabbatical this term, right? My son said you had some family business to handle in — Ohio?”
“Kentucky,” I said, “But yeah, pretty much.” He didn’t pursue it further, and as I said, apart from the lag it was a good visit, but all the same, it’s a reminder that the next few weeks will be a grind. But at least all the Spawn has is a cold.