A Phone Call From the Warden

Another night of insomnia. You know, I would have thought that having slept only 6 hours the night before, and having swum 20 laps in the pool today I would be out like a light. But no…

Oh well, I shall take this time to pen down some thoughts.

I got a call from the Warden today. Sweet old man. Always worries for me, eventhough he’s miles away. I worry for him too. He gives of himself all the time, and neglects to be selfish and take care of himself. And since he has a variety of health problems, he really should. Sigh.

Hope he is well. Or at least gets better soon. Hard to tell if someone doesn’t tell you. That’s where we are alike, we are bottlers.