A lot of things have changed since I left blogging and social media bantering.
I felt a bit sad for the new houseguest. I wanted them to cheer up some. It’s already bad enough that we’re stuck here, crying about it isn’t going to help matters. On the other hand, I did feel the newcomer’s pain of being brought to a place to unfamiliarity and uncertainty.
Today, it was my turn to visit the warden. When it comes to me visiting …. I play mental poker. By doing so, he doesn’t see what kind of psychological card hand I’m holding.