Today wasn't too bad. Leg's not bothering me, finally managed to catch a few flies for Wally (all his traps are now closed, slowly digesting lunch). Went on a "pamper run" for a friend, had a nice time playing with the youngest. Got back home, noticed the date. 18 July. Hmm, it almost slipped by. Two years ago, on the 16th of July, at about this time (7 PM, central US time), I was being carted off in hand cuffs to the poky for what ended up being a 50 day stay in the slammer, and almost 7 months of unemployment, and almost 9 months of no net access.
Well, if anyone is writing a "space prison" story, and wants some first hand info of "life in the slam", just PM me.
I think, now that that little adventure is in the rear view mirror, this Friday, I'm going to buy a turkey breast, and have myself a little "thanksgiving" celebration. Looking back on the experience, I have a lot to be thankful for. Until you've experienced confinement, you really don't know what it's like, especially if you don't know how long you are going to be confined.
Well, enough of that.
