Comments about my intelligence. There is an inmate here who is doing fifteen years for being in possession of a firearm and being a convicted felon. To have him tell it, he had done a bunch of years in a State prison, was out for ninety days (paroled on his state sentence), and gets picked up by a cop stop. The woman driving him home from a bar had a gun in the car. It was her gun! It is legal in that state to carry a gun in plain view, but it is called constructive possession, meaning he could have used it, even though he claims he did not know it was there! Well, he has done most of his time and is due for release in about twenty months.

Public radio has the psych show 8:00 to 9:00 PM tonight and another special on blacks in NYC during revolutionary times. It started last week with the meaning of that black cemetery they found in downtown NYC.

Anyhow, I need some soothing music, so it is Country for now. Boy, am I running out of gas here. Not that I have nothing to say, it is just that what I really need is a hug or positive affirmation. No, forget that.

My walking partner responded to my comment that I have realized that my intelligence can be intimating to a lot of people and I need to be aware of that and be sure that I am not alienating people. He said something to the effect that one of the things he liked about me was my intelligence. He went on to say that sometimes I went over his head, but on the whole he could understand me. I said thank you!

I sort of hoped it was time to talk to my therapist, but alas, not till next week. But she did say she would see me the early part of the week.

I went looking for a new piece of carbon paper and lost the next thought. Well, it could not have been that great!

I am going to cuddle up with the one "soap-drama" book you sent in the last batch and disappear into the hills of Aspen. Damn it though, the book talks about ski runs and torchlight ski parades. Ah, fantasy!
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