Watching the Yankees lose.
I got two letters today from you and five more books. I am sorry for the time lag on the letter writing, but I am still having a tough time getting all the physical and mental stuff all working in the same orbit. A lame excuse to be sure, but instead of this being the time of my life waiting on impending freedom, well, there are so many variables floating around that to be honest, the best approach seems to be to avoid the whole pile and escape into the books!
No, please do not stop sending the books; they are the only things that keep me from going all the way around the bend. I am sure there are a few people who would say what do I mean, stop from. Once one has gone around the bend, is there ever the possibility of coming back? Let me type some of the latest goings on around Club Fed in hopes that you can convert them to posts with relative ease.
I stood at my door, peering through the six-inch wide window to watch the end of both Yankee games (Games 6 and 7 of the ALCS vs. the Boston Red Sox). I kept switching eyes, since only one eye can look out the window at a time. Game 6 was a great cliffhanger. However, Game 7 reminded me of all the NY Mets games I used to go to when they seemed to not bother playing once the other team scored a few runs.
I was still hoping for a ninth inning miracle, but alas! So I am sure you are a little tired as I write this, but hey, I took a nap from 8:00 AM to 10:30 AM yesterday and today! Sigh, I know, tough life. Hey, I do not like sitting around, but when your efforts are not appreciated, what can one do?
I do not know how some inmates can sit around this unit day in and day out. It drives me crazy!