The letters and correspondence I receive in here totally bring back an instant sense of normality. Thanks to my mom, grandfather, and KS for sending stuff, and a special thanks to the AG/AB household for my new wall art. The letter writing I am able to do is now making 2 to 3 hours a night just fly by. Due in part to some of the things I have been able to read and to my own personal experiences and feelings, the last couple of days seem to have become much more routine and manageable. I'm not sure how many of you will fit into this category, but I know that in my normal daily life I live by constant timelines and deadlines. Well in jail, there are no deadlines. There are meal times, but I don't have to attend. Theoretically I could
lie in my bunk all day long each and every day of the week and and no one in the free world would be the wiser. No one in here would care either. Time seems to have no relevance here, and it takes a little getting used to. Somehow though, my brain is already beginning to adjust to this. I suppose it is a credit to the human psyches ability to adapt and remain sane. I just hope as time goes on I can continue to adjust because with no timelines, deadlines, or much of anything to look forward to, I think it could be easy to begin to become unmotivated, go crazy or get depressed.
Hopefully I can use the time to be productive and don't allow myself to get unmotivated. The one thing I am able to look forward to on a daily basis is in the late afternoon when mail is delivered. On a big picture level, I look forward to going boating on the lake once I get out of here. That might sound sort of funny that I am looking forward to something that is so far away, but it's the truth.
Yesterday work was a little different and refreshing. Four of us were sent to move a bunch of file boxes at the courthouse. In the real world, I own a moving company, so it was nice to do some normal work yesterday, despite not getting paid. Two nice ladies that worked in the room where we were moving gave us some cold cokes and homemade crackers. When I was offered the first coke yesterday, I initially declined because I only drink diet cola. My boss, a nice and funny black man then said to me "You on a diet? Come on man...you in jail!" so I laughed and took the coke. It was so good and so cold. The lack of seasoning on the food in here really makes you yearn for things that are sweet or spicy.
Well, the NBA slam dunk contest is on tonight, so that should be a couple of hours of entertainment for everyone. I guess I'll close here, but thanks again everyone for reading, writing and commenting.