Prison Pete
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Exercise regimen.
We have had torrential rain and the odds of fog in the morning are good, so it could be after 9:00 AM before the doors are opened in the morning. Remember, the doors usually open at 6:00 AM.
So, now I am back to the old style of living and scheduling the taking of a shit. Yeah, that is life in the big BOP. It was raining tonight when I came down, so I left your letter under my pillow.
Should I type more to you? Questions, questions. Let us take a stretch and see where that gets me. Be back.
Okay, I am back. It is now 7:41 PM and I have just returned from walking, sugar fueled to be sure. My current exercise regimen is walking laps in the Rec yard. Some I walk alone, some with a partner. On the solo trips I use my radio for company. I just did eleven laps. Each lap is a little less than a half-mile (0.39 miles to be exact). I did the first four in 20:35, the next two in 10:51, took a 3:48 bathroom break, four more laps in 22:06, and the last one in 5:77.
I am listening to a program called "Fresh Air" on good old NPR. Very interesting.
In the meantime, back to my current work predicament. One of the other Rec cops just asked me what I did to make the SV so mad at me. So much for one of the theories the Doc floated that this might be a result of power plays above my head and I was just a casualty of war so to speak.
The particular cop asking me for the reason of SV's snit could still be over head. But methinks I smell a rat, let me go see about the copier.
Well, it is now 8:21 PM and I am going to pack it up.
I do agree that neither the Democrats nor the Republicans are any shinning angels. Ralph Nader, anyone? But we will type more on this when the old mind is clear.
TTFN (Now that is certainly a tiny tot type of farewell maybe beyond a ten year old. Ha Ha Ha good thing you and I are not getting older!
Peace,
Pete
So, now I am back to the old style of living and scheduling the taking of a shit. Yeah, that is life in the big BOP. It was raining tonight when I came down, so I left your letter under my pillow.
Should I type more to you? Questions, questions. Let us take a stretch and see where that gets me. Be back.
Okay, I am back. It is now 7:41 PM and I have just returned from walking, sugar fueled to be sure. My current exercise regimen is walking laps in the Rec yard. Some I walk alone, some with a partner. On the solo trips I use my radio for company. I just did eleven laps. Each lap is a little less than a half-mile (0.39 miles to be exact). I did the first four in 20:35, the next two in 10:51, took a 3:48 bathroom break, four more laps in 22:06, and the last one in 5:77.
I am listening to a program called "Fresh Air" on good old NPR. Very interesting.
In the meantime, back to my current work predicament. One of the other Rec cops just asked me what I did to make the SV so mad at me. So much for one of the theories the Doc floated that this might be a result of power plays above my head and I was just a casualty of war so to speak.
The particular cop asking me for the reason of SV's snit could still be over head. But methinks I smell a rat, let me go see about the copier.
Well, it is now 8:21 PM and I am going to pack it up.
I do agree that neither the Democrats nor the Republicans are any shinning angels. Ralph Nader, anyone? But we will type more on this when the old mind is clear.
TTFN (Now that is certainly a tiny tot type of farewell maybe beyond a ten year old. Ha Ha Ha good thing you and I are not getting older!
Peace,
Pete
Comments:
Hey Prison Pete. I've been reading your blog for a while, here in the UK. Do you ever hear a BBC News programme called World Update on NPR? It may go out a bit too early for you; it's a breakfast show aimed at the east coast. In any case I'm working on it this morning so although we don't do dedications, this one goes out from one rather cramped, airless room to another.
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