The sky is blue, the sun is bright and hope is on the horizon. Maybe not hope, but somewhere to take the prisoners for the day so some semblance of normalcy can return to this prison-- namely getting back to our day jobs.
The snow has stopped! I want to sing it from the highest mountain of snow (and let me tell you they are big!).
Our cars are/were trapped in our yard. Our alley has not been plowed but a quick survey of the situation has shown me that someone made first tracks already, so we shall follow.
That's all good. Got to work. Everything sort of back to normal. On a conference call for work and the prisoner vocational training center calls to inform me that %2 has a tummy ache and has thrown up. Looks like it's an early day.
Pick up all 3, #2 looks like he has mastered the 'I'm sick and will look pathetic to prove it.' But, it was not an act. Not sure if it was inevitable or it was the violent thrashing of bajaing through our snow and ice encased alley way but the car now has a new smell. And a new coating compliments of the contents of 2's stomach.
In typical prisoner fashion, 1&3 were not disgusted but intrigued by it. They immediately begin to inspect and wonder what the mess was. 3; "what's the orange stuff?" 2; "we had carrots for lunch, I bet that is carrots." And on and on. The conversation grew more descriptive and inquisitive but there is no need to relive it here. Some conversations should just remain within the walls of the prison, or prison transport in this case.
I am just hoping #2 is better by tomorrow. Have some chain gang activities planned. It's time they learned how to make snow tunnels in hopes they will know when to tunnel out of prison when the Warden and Guard are prepared to become empty nesters.
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