Okay so I lied.
Okay so I lied. Here it is 11:30 PM and nothing typed made it into the mail yesterday or today. I could wait and so it is tomorrow, but then you would only get that one short letter for this whole week.
I did receive eleven books yesterday. Thank You. Was the pink book you referred to "Wifey" by Judy Blume? It is pretty funny in that it is written in the late 60's, early 70's and the styles etc. are so dated.
Thanks for the books. I will buckle down and read the classics that were included. Faulkner and Miller!
I will type this out so your (my) archives will be complete. I am thinking of going back once more to writing out stuff at night and then typing it out the next day. In theory if I have a handwritten draft and my improved touch typing I would be able to type out an original without the need to first type a draft. I would still have the spell checker and built in correction tape so that should not affect your ability to scan and OCR without any major editing on your part.
I will struggle to get back to my job, as I treated it back a while ago, of being the writer. I will spend the time each day at the table typing instead of my current style, which is spending way too much time on my bunk reading and napping.
I finally got my solid steel bed back and slept fairly deeply last night. Now the only problem is they insist on shutting off the AC unit around 10 PM each night and it gets progressively warmer till by 6 - 7 AM you are sweating on your bunk. The damn system does not regulate itself well and it is too cold for some of the inmates here.
Even though it is down in the 50's outside at night now, this damn system does not seem to draw in much of the outside air. That is bad on two counts. The first being that the body heat of 104 inmates seems to not only keep this place warm, but actually increases the room temperature. The second point this raises is how do we get fresh air in here?
It would be awesome to be able to have the steel bed and a cool temperature to really get the few hours of deep sleep I need to be running on all eight cylinders. I am hoping to get motivated to get my ass back out and walking the track tomorrow! It might be raining though. Well that is all for now.
I will get some more out tomorrow. Including the typed copy of this letter, the Monday typing still waiting for proof and printing. So until the next magic snail mail envelope lands in your mail box hope life is treating you well.