Locked Up

It has been 5 days since I arrived at this prison. Its a very nice prison. Outdoor privileges, including a large run that leads to and around a beautiful reservoir. It has tall pines and ferns. Sunlight streaming through the leaves.

There's a porch for reading. A watchdog, too old to truly watch, is great company. The guards are plentiful and fur-ocious but friendly indeed. Especially Houdini, who's pink tongue, a stark contrast to his all black coat, sticks out whenever he's excited.

My cell has its perks. A comfortable bed, a couch and wifi access. It also has its downsides. No cellular reception, they let me keep my phone. One meal a day, peanut butter on bread and potato chips. Also water or if I'm good, a beer.

I have read a book on Buddhist meditation and begun examining the history of the United States from the perspective of the forgotten and under-appreciated. Dense material.

I've somewhat gotten over my need to eat when I'm alone. Could be that I don't have any food, but I could order some. They do allow deliveries here. Its certainly not a maximum security facility.

In truth, I am here to film a cat giving birth. As the science of pregnant cats is less than precise, I have been sitting tight for many days and nights waiting to be called in to action.

Despite the luxuries I am afforded, this place is still a prison. I am trapped by obligations and money. I can't leave or I'll likely lose my job or lose opportunities in the future. I can't afford that so I stay, even though the door is unlocked.