I'm thinking about some of the friends I'll be leaving behind when I transfer to the next prison.  Some I know are on the right track and will do well.  One I helped to find a job, just today.  I have two, however, who I'll worry about because I catch them with no-good company at times.  They're younger and I haven't known them long, but I've taken an interest in them because they're likable and I think they have potential.

Caring about them and looking at them makes me feel frustrated concern, probably similar to what my own elders felt as they watched me going through my identity crisis.  Or so I think.

I've said all I can say to them.  Now all I can do is pray.

Reading Victory Over the Darkness,  by Neil T. Anderson.  It's a great book on living triumplhantly.  Why is it that in our 40s we often encounter books filled with wisdom which we wish we had studied in high school?

Statewide this morning the prisons tested everybody for exposure to the Cocci, which is also known as "Valley Fever."  This is actually a big deal.  Blacks and Filipinos have a lower percentage tolerance for Valley Fever so they had to be transferred away from the two prisons which have high levels of Cocci spored in the ground-Avenal State Prison (ASP) and Pleasant Valley State Prison (PVSP).  Now inmates everywhere are being tested to see who can safely be housed there.