Monday, most frabjous of days! Ok, that’s not a real word, but whatever. Good morning, my friends. May the fourth be with you.
It wasn’t a good night. I had a lot of trouble getting to sleep. After two hours of light sleep, I was awake, tossing and turning. It was as though everything that could be a problem was. I was too warm, the cat was taking up space, my necklace was touching me. Then, I realized I hadn’t taken my pills. Once I took my pills and opened the window a little, I eventually went to sleep. However, it was still light; a couple of hours later, I was awake again.
Yesterday’s call with Shawshank wasn’t too great, either. We both ended up upset after it. He’s upset because I’m asking him questions about what I absolutely need to keep, forcing him to face the fact that he’s not going to come back to the house or get any sort of “closure” on this. I end up sad, I can’t do much to comfort him during a 20 minute phone call, and I don’t like asking him to give up his things. The stress of the call probably had something to do with the shitty sleep.
I recently read an article about Shawshank‘s facility releasing several detainees because they’re considered “high risk” for contracting Covid-19. He told me they haven’t brought any new detainees into his unit in several weeks now. Last week, he mentioned several people had mysteriously left. The rumor over the weekend is they left because they were actually positive cases. Shawshank‘s sections is divided into “tiers” right now, with staggered “out times” to allow social distancing. He said one of the other tiers was locked in 20 minutes early to allow several of the COs to leave and be swabbed. He’s feeling fine, just scared one of us will catch it.
Can’t say I blame him, really.
