25 December 2020

   I went for a holiday run, in my shorts of course, and it was so cold my penis froze and hurt.  It seems 3°F, with a -11°F wind chill will do that.

     I did a sketch of Jason Halda, but, as it was last time, it is off.  This time, however, not that much.  I may be able to move things around to make this work.

     Tommy Dawson gave me his Christmas dinner.  That was sweet of him.  He really wants the drawing I did of Jason, but I will need to do one or more, so I have some for the archives at Prisoner Express.  Then he can have one, or the other.

     I would rather give him a leaf wash drawing.

     I had a nice Christmas talk with David Tarlo outside.  He said he just wanted to let me know how much he appreciates me before I die.  That was sweet too.

     Prison can be hard, but there is a lot of kindness and caring that goes on in here that society would not expect.  I did not expect it.

     My toes are cold.  It is nippy out there.