Verdict Watch

This is heartbreaking and even though, as some have commented, a man died, a family deserves justice and this was a "mistake" a police officer should not have made — all of which I agree with, I'd still give her a walk, hang the jury, even if the victim were a member of my own family.

What further pushed me into wanting a deadlocked jury, was the way the prosecuting attorney bullied her on the stand.

I can't abide a bully and will always go against the bully, whatever the circumstances.

Perhaps some kind of plea agreement can be reached, to satisfy those that want, at least, some punishment doled out.

So, after having gotten that off my chest, life goes on and even though yesterday was a Pain Cave day, today is not a rest day, because Friday is Christmas Eve. This means I’m going beastmode, back-to-back days, no time for my body to recover.

Next Friday is New Year’s Eve, so I’m looking at beastmode again next week.

I’ll survive, but you know how us old folks don’t care for change.

Speaking of change, Trainer has — for the umpteeth time, relocated the treadmill.

It’s back in the main room, intersecting the feng shui Family and Fame walls, in the Relationship corner, where I can once again look out, around, see everything inside and outside the studio.

He says he had planned to (stupidly) have the treadmill facing the wall, but his wife had my back and reminded him, "Shirley’s not going to like that. She’s got that feng shui thing going".

I won’t tell you what he said to his wife about Shirley and her feng shui thing, but he ended up positioning the treadmill correctly. ROFLMAO!

With the Hometown Elf heading back to the North Pole on Friday, I popped into the market yesterday for one last hunt.

Stepping inside the market door, scanning the area before I passed the entry way, I saw a little boy inside the market standing still, looking up at the ceiling.

Being nosey, I walked near to where he was standing, paused to see what he was looking at, threw my head back and, lo and behold, it was Ginger the Elf, high up, arms wrapped around what looks to be some kind of eye in the sky recording device.

Had the kid not given Ginger’s location away, I honestly don’t think I’d have found her, but I know to check the ceiling next year.

I also ran into my friend the Archeologist, who said she’d not yet spotted the elf.

Checking in with her later, she did have a successful hunt.

Checking in with the Baker yesterday, there’d been nothing on the grapevine as to who won the Patio Contest — and, if the Baker doesn’t know, no one knows.

Maybe, with so many choices, the Tyrant is deadlocked/hung on his decision.

UPDATE: Returning from the Pain Cave, stiff, sore, I see the verdict has come in — guilty of first- and second-degree manslaughter in the fatal shooting of Daunte Wright.

It is what it is.