Today was another stir crazy day. I sat. Sat. Sat. Uncrossed my legs. Crossed them. Uncrossed them. Swung them wildly about in a moment of restless leg syndrome. It wasn't bad. Just uncomfortable.
Today was a big Maggie day, though. I had five bucks and went and spent it on my dog. I bought her some rawhide and she chewed and chewed and chewed. She had the best time of her life and I said was going to have to treat her more often. I want to get her beef jerky, but the price is prohibitive. I bet she would absolutely love it.
I was also thinking about George and Pookie off and on. George was such a staple in my life and abandoned me temporarily for that woman. I realized today that her first parole officer meeting will be soon. They will drug test her. She will fail and land back in jail. There is a silver lining to that cloud for sure. Aren't I dastardly and conniving?
Dad was really hard on me yesterday before I went with Mrs. Florene. He said I had been doing badly since August. I was shocked. I thought I've been doing better in the past two years than I have my whole life. It really knocked me down a few notches. I realized I have got to quit trying to live up to his standards. Me and mom have a tough row to hoe as they say.