Today is great. For certain reasons, twice as gr8 as other days. And every day after even greater. Even thought I cannot see the Great Light of the Night Sky my heart doesn't lose sight. Not crying today is a fight. I cry less often now than a few years ago. And just so, I lose that battle once again.
The shower only runs for 9 minutes, not fifteen. I lather up a wash rag before I even start the shower. I don't mind although I miss a long hot shower. When the guard comes by with my mouthwash at evening med-pass I wish him a Merry Christmas before tipping the little cup to swish the small amount I use each day. He shakes his head and wishes me a Merry Christmas and adds a comment about how I don't fit in here. It is an obvious compliment because of my courtesy. Now that I am done expecting guards to visit my door I am going to go heave some tears onto a pillow. Aquatherapy.
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