Well, Let's See...

The Eagle Rooster has landed. We've all gotten a 30 second personal cell phone call from her. No Internet service yet and no Vonage hooked up...will call when I get it set up. Period. She's fine, so we're fine.

Last week at the jail was depressing and by the looks of it, the whole weekend didn't get much better. Many of my customers were transferred from their normal cell to the "you've misbehaved" floor which I go to on Mondays. Kind of like a "time out" in a stronger sense. My normal delivery time of about an hour, extended to almost 2 because of so much inmate movement. They move, means I move outta the way to behind another locked door. I don't mind. It adds a little excitement. The down right crazies special pod was about full. I'm sure this is because of the increased depression factor during the holidays, which happens to us on the outside too. I asked one of my regulars, lol, they are all regulars, but I mean recognizable faces, what he'd done and he said he talked to his kids on Christmas, they cried, and he started hitting anything not moving. Up to 8 South he went. I empathized with him as much as I could through the food slot. Sigh.

On a brighter note...I actually felt some sunshine today. It was 60 degrees and the sun was so unfamiliar, it just about blinded me when I came out from work. Grabbed my sunglasses, rolled down the window, and grinned all the way home. Okay, not all the way, but it sure felt good. I got the ladder out and took down my Moravian Christmas flag, took out some trash. The kind of weather you just want to soak up because you know it's not going to last but a day or so.

As it stands right now, we're working the whole week, which is fine with me. I need the money and I have no wild party plans for NYE. I think my son might have some and I've already stepped up my prayers for him and the other party goers out there.

Wondering if I should mention this, since my brother reads my blog, about how damn stupid his little stunt was last Friday night. He recognizes the fact he was a complete idiot already. Playing with guns and drinking is not wise, little bro. He's fine, but some of the gun that "shot backwards, blew off the handle because of gun powder" parts embedded in his face have to be removed by a plastic surgeon. I haven't seen him, but he says it looks like he has a case of acne. He left this on my machine last night. I quickly called to inquire about his injuries, wish him well, and tell him what a dumb ass he is. Isn't that what big sisters are for? Thank God he had on eye protection, or he could have "shot his eye out". Hasn't a Christmas movie already been made about that? Wasn't it a little boy? Um....