We biked up to Fred’s at 8:30. Even that early tons of folks were out and about. Can’t say I blame them since it’s so rarely nice here. It’s back to being gorgeous again, though come early morning it’s pretty damn chilly.

Being the small town that this is, we saw our regular mailman along the way.

Speaking of mail, I forgot to add that while everybody at the jail complains about mail taking so long to get to them, mine’s taking even longer, according to Mary. She says it’s only my letters, too. She received one dated 5/12 on 6/1. I don’t always get to mailing out my letters right away, but that’s a hell of a long time! They’re just fucking with mine because of all the bitching I’ve done about things that have been returned, and although it’s totally against the law unless there’s contraband involved, they’re supposed to give inmates their mail right away. But of course, they are the law, so they can make it or break it.

Kim may not clean her place or throw her trash out, but she cleans her car apparently. I saw her parked right by the dumpster with her trunk open thinking she had filled the area in back so much with bags that she could no longer get to her door, but I don’t think she threw any bags in it. She hasn’t been as bad lately with the late-night comings and goings.

Tom has to get my computer a new heatsink (or should that be spelled sync?) since it’s been overheating a lot lately. There are always, always issues when I sweep.

I finally typed up the letter for the legislator, for whatever good it’ll do me, regarding the stereos. The more people that speak up, the better. It’s just that unfortunately, most people love noise. I’ll have Tom research the best place to send it via email, postal mail or both.