Myra should’ve gotten my letter by now. Another thing that makes sending her copies of the jailhouse journals so damn funny is that I sent them anonymously. After 14 years the odds of her remembering my name are next to nil. I didn't enclose a link to my blog but mentioned publishing them in my personal blog. Just knowing she's going to be going absolutely batshit crazy trying to figure out who the hell I am so she can have someone on the outs hunt for this blog for her is totally fucking hilarious as hell. 

I hate it when I wake up from a series of dreams and tell myself to remember them, but then I later find I can’t. All I remember is patting a large guinea pig. 

I also hate it when I can’t think of anything interesting to say. I’m just taking a day off from running, working on my book, and doing some housework. Exciting, huh? LOL 

Maybe I’ll squeeze in some proofreading and a French lesson before the landscaping, hammering, traffic, and daily sounds of the park start up about 5 hours from now. 

I can add that I’m worried about a friend of mine that I haven’t heard from. She’s been having some serious health issues and I worry about her at times. All the rats were out and about earlier, getting some exercise and enjoying their freedom. I don’t like how timid Hoodie is at times, but he’s young yet.