My new schedule.
I know you want to provide me with a fully typed "file" copy and I appreciate all your efforts, but I will get my butt over to Education and send typed copy after this letter. In the case of handwritten letters, just send me back the copy and I will type it.
But why do I not wait and just type it first? Well, then I get into the "round tuit" syndrome. This way I can separate the task into two distinct tasks, writing and typing, and I think it will help. I have to do something to get out of this funk I am in, and it is not easy.
I have to be honest, lately my entire existence has been counting the minutes till the next mail call. True, I have been going to lunch almost every day. I was doing breakfast too (6:00 AM to 7:00 AM) but this past week that has not happened. I get up around 7:00 AM, and give my cellie a half hour to get his tail up and dressed. At 7:30 AM he is off to work.
I straighten up the room, make the bed, and then lay back down, crawl under a blanket and read/doze until 10:30 AM when I get up and wait for lunch call, usually around 11:15 AM to 11:30 AM, and then come back to catch "The Division" that is just starting up at noon on the USA Network.
As a matter of fact, on NPR's "Fresh Air" I heard a conversation with two of the writers of the HBN series "The Wire." It is a show about cops and law in Baltimore. They raise some really pointed issues, but also said the problem with "The Division" was the concept of Washington DC needing a "Great White Hope" to save it from all the mismanagement etc. of a "Basically Black" town. The opposite comment might be that hey, it doesn’t matter the color of the savior, just be grateful someone can help.
But go ahead and send me back a copy of this and I will type it. I will leave a margin on the top and the bottom of each page, so you should be able to cut and auto feed with 8½ x 11 size paper. The various sizes of paper, different pens, and varying degrees of neatness all are part of the current "limited" resources I am adjusting to. Or not adjusting to, as the case is more accurately described. I do find the simpler, the better.
The scheduling/resources of my Rec job enabled me to deal with the normal constrictions of prison life. So since all of my grand plans to write drafts, then type, and then mail are now in the crapper, let us start with the basics. I "need" the option of writing to you and not having any hurdles to interfere with that process. It is lame, not very adult, but for now it is obvious that the idea of getting typed stuff to you is not happening.