Now I understand why solitary confinement is such a terrible punishment. It is difficult to be stuck with One's own thoughts, rattling around and around in circles. I am getting tired of this, being stuck alone in my little casita. My friends Cheryl and Billy came to visit with me this morning and I couldn't get out to open the gate for them. Since I only have a half cast on, I don't dare risk walking with no one near me. I don't want to fall and cause another broken bone. So I sit here, or on the bed, hour after hour, thinking the same thoughts. Rehashing all the stupid mistakes and wrong turns I have taken in my life up to this point.
Fortunately, I have a good book to read but I am almost through it. I have watched all the movies my son downloaded on my computer. I did all my housework, cleaned myself up, made the bed. Not much else to do in this little room. I will close this for now. No need to depress others with my sense of futility.