Off I go

I'm about to gather up my things and leave for Columbus for that meeting. First stop will be the Oldham County Courthouse, where I'll renew my soon-to-expire license. This is nutty. I got a new drivers license last year because my old license was expiring and I needed to change my name. So why, on Harold's green earth do I need to renew it again, just a year later?

What a rip-off!

This evening, I'll try to figure out precisely what I'm going to say for 90 minutes tomorrow, then order some room service and take a bubble bath.

I suppose I may as well indulge a little, to take the sting out of missing my boys. This is the first night I'll spend apart from Samuel, and already I don't like it.

Oddly enough, I am equally concerned about my talk as about how well I'll do standing for 90 minutes straight. That sounds like a fainting spell, to me O_o

Shift your weight, walk around and breathe. That should, I hope, do the trick.

I've got butterflies in my stomach, and it's not the baby - although I can feel the baby kicking rather frequently now. No, the butterflies are stress, upset and anxiety, each for a different reason. Lucky me, I'll have almost 4 hours in the car to stew over all of it.

Er, whee?

(no subject)

I have arrived.

*duh duh duuuh!*

That sounded funnily momentous in my head. Anywho, I'm here in one piece (yay) and have wireless (yay) and can even order room service online (Wow!). I can be a total hermit until tomorrow morning, and I like the sound of that.

I miss my little guy, even though on any other weekday I'd have another hour and a half before seeing him. On any other day, there'd at least be the expectation of seeing him and of course that is what's lacking today. I should have brought one of his blankies with me.

Alas, I did not. I didn't even bring my crochet bag so as to avoid the temptation to avoid the unavoidable Talk.

So without further ado, the hermit-ing commences...... Now.

Breaktime

I'm about to take a break and venture out for some Baskin Robbins ice cream, assuming I can make the trip without getting lost.

I want to share something with all of you, first. Some of you may know that I'm pen pal friends with a man named Cory Maye, currently living at Parchman, MS. He was on death row, but I am happy to say that that sentence has been removed. Whenever I mention that I'm friends with man at Parchman, people give me funny looks and they're skeptical when I explain. Only when you dive fully into the story can you grasp the magnitude of the travesty that has occurred. I well understand that few people have the time or the inclination to dive so deeply into such a difficult story.

Now you can learn about Cory Maye in about 30 minutes. Please watch this, and spread it as far and as wide as you are able.