Scribbling. I will try to add last night’s scribbling to the bottom of this letter, and, if not, I will mail it "as is" to you tomorrow night.

OK, so we did have fog this morning, and they did not even open the cell doors till 11:00 AM. I took a quick shower, and I am now back at Rec.

Boy, I really love the writing of Frederick Forsyth. "The Deceiver" is great, and I am dying to read some more of it.

Oh, another way you brightens lives here in prison: one of the inmates collects cancelled stamps, so the letter I got today had two nice stamps which I tore off and gave to him right at mail call. He was really happy, so keep up the good work there.

You continue to reach out to people you do not even know.

Your misdirected letter is certainly interesting. The bar code zip code shows 32896. That is not even close. One could suppose that it is part of Homeland (or BOP) Security that mail is misdirected for "special" handling.

That reminds me of the time I mailed a letter from here to the company that supported the printer. I got yelled at for sending it. This was during the Anthrax scare. Since all of our mail is read and sealed by the staff before mailing, I missed the point where it was wrong to send it, but you know how small minds work.

Oh no, the runny nose and hacking cough of overtiredness is setting in. I have got to lie down before I fall down. That would not be good, since I am all alone in the cell.

The vanilla wafers, Hershey bar, Coke, tuna salad etc. are beginning to churn in my stomach, so off I go to bed.
  ¶ 8:34 PM