Cold Cold Cold

Cold cold cold.

Hella cold.

Stupid cold.

And just for Chucky, blue a** cold. It tickles him so.

Got our first real snowfall of the year last night. Was kind of tricky getting home. Only a few inches of the real fine powdery stuff, but it was enough to make everybody drive stupid.

Today the temps dropped out of the bottom and the wind kicked up to around 30 mph. Yikes. It blew snow in all over the rec yard and we couldn't get it clear. I took one of our dorm workers and a couple of snow shovels and we tried to clear a path so we maybe could do a bit of rec if someone was stupid enough to come out.

An hour later when BG and I checked it, there was an inch of snow in the path again. No way were we going to try to take them out in that wearing only shower shoes. Somebody would have gone down and gotten hurt. If you tell an inmate "Walk slowly, it's slippery out there." they will run just as fast as they can to get to the cage they want next to their buddy.

There are no rocket scientists in prison.

So we pretty much stayed inside as much as possible.

On the plus side, the Boss says that there might be hope for saving our positions down there. He sent an email to Sgt LB saying "Don't lose hope and don't bid out yet! I'm still fighting!"

More meetings going on about that. I'm not going to hold my breath.

Ran into the A-yard Sarge on the way out last night and asked him if he had any openings coming up. He seemed interested. He's a bit of a squirrel, but I can work with him. Just keeping my options open at this point.

Personally I don't wonder if they are doing this just to drive us crazy.

It seems to be working.