I tend to save, somewhat obsessively, story ideas and snippets of poetry or prose intended to inspire a story or a poem. For a while, I will post one of these at the top of each of my journal entries. I have literally hundreds of these.
I still have the hideous cold that has been killing me slowly for over a week. The symptoms are disgusting. I will not enumerate them here.
Greg called me today to tell me his SO is taking criminal justice courses with a eye to becoming a Corrections Officer at a nearby prison. Wonder if this is a trend of some sort as my Sis works (in the kitchen) at a local prison.