My visit to the jail went way better than expected.  Glad things aren’t as bad as I heard.  Glad he’s holding up.  Glad I could make him smile and laugh.  I was the last person he expected, but something tells me he didn’t mind one bit.  Thankful to still be able to call him a friend, have hope in him, and look forward to the strong friendship we have and will continue to have, once things change for him.

Currently content, my heart no longer worries for him, now that I’ve talked to and seen him.  Texting my boy, about to watch the Dragon Tattoo Trilogy.  With a special K protein strawberry rice and chocolate meal bar, and gatorade.  I’m ready.  Let’s do this.