January 2

Curtis was supposed to be up and out early this AM, but he didn't. I was going to luxuriate in solitude, but instead made french toast. Then Jim H. called and said he'd be by to pick me up for Groveland in 45 minutes. Where did I misunderstand? I thought we couldn't go these two weeks, 12/26 and 1/2? Am I in trouble? I went from hedonistic eating and ease to hasty and guilty racing around.

It turns out Curtis took a pain killer when he went to bed and couldn't get up, not even to pee. I don't know whether to be mad at him or scared that he could be that disabled. I have decided to let it go, this time.

Prison was sad. The two prisoners I like the most are both negative. It is all a conspiracy against them. They expect to get "hit" again this year. The Chair of the Commission's resignation just made them sure they are right. I tried my best to argue against it, but felt inadequate to the task. I got the feeling they were respectfully giving my an opportunity to speak, but that they were just waiting for me to finish to get back to the "grownup" conversation.