I’ve been hanging about the King County Courthouse all day—me and a passel of other media types, Native Americans, and the curious public all squatting together in a long marble hallway, waiting for a jury of six (with two alternates) to answer a series of questions about how John T. Williams ultimately died. But a court official just announced that the jury hasn’t yet answered all of the questions and that there will be no court proceedings today.

Highlights of the day included beating Angry Birds and having a Native American woman tell me that both King County Metro bus route changes and all of my future pregnancies will be orchestrated by the new moon.

That fucking moon is nosier than my mother. More updates tomorrow, I’m sure.