Saturday, 31 January 2009
When I hopped down from my rack this morning, at 1:30, I still felt tired. The visits with my wife take a lot out of me. We had a wonderful day together, just sitting and holding hands and discussing our future. I did some editing when I returned, but slept easily. Despite a solid six hours of sleep, I still felt tired when I began the day.
I wrote one blog, and it was count time when I finished. The 3:00 a.m. census count kept me away from the desk for about 10 minutes, then I returned to finish the blog. At 4:00 a.m., I decided to nap until the 5:00 a.m. census count. When I returned to the table where I write, I planned my next article.
I felt content simply to sit in the room alone. While sitting at the table in the early-morning hours, I thought about what life must be like for people who were not locked in prison. In their home, they must have so many options. They could choose quiet time whenever it suited them. As a prisoner, that concept has become foreign to me. I reminded myself that freedom, or some semblance that would be possible after prison, was coming. For the time being, early morning solitude in the quiet room was a blessing I could appreciate.
I went to run at 7:00 a.m. After ten miles I had 450 miles recorded over 50 consecutive days. My tally for the month of January was 284 miles. By keeping this discipline up I would surpass my distance record set in 2008.
In the afternoon and evening I edited the manuscript. That work requires me to read every word aloud, several times, as I search for typos and listen to the cadence of the language. I was in bed by 6:30 in the evening, and asleep by 7:00 p.m.
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