Breakfast was good. Mush, dried fruit, and “grit my teeth” powdered milk. I made a loaf of bread, but had no butter, so I toasted a slice and dunked it into oil and vinegar for lunch. I dressed it up with two pickles left behind in the refrigerator. For dinner I’ll have PB&H on fresh bread. The piece de resistance will be the whipped cream.
I have not been inside anywhere but my house for 14 days. My landlord came by to give me verification of renting, so I can get a PO Box tomorrow. He is a State Trooper and he banged on the door just like the cops do on TV. It was mighty exciting. I wanted to tell him that the mayor flicks his cigarette butts onto the ground. I feel desperate to stir something up in this sleepy town, but I didn’t want to appear petty.
In anticipation of the end of my incarceration, I perused an online list of goods that MIGHT be at the store. Every third item was a different brand of cigarettes. Who knew?
Mountain Peace 
I perused an online lists (should be list)
That’s all. Like the idea of stirring up some trouble. My sister Debbie texted me today. It was -20 there today, but their only real cold of winter. She is really enjoying reading your posts.
Love Terry
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“I wanted to tell him that the mayor flicks his cigarette butts onto the ground. I feel desperate to stir something up in this sleepy town, but I didn’t want to appear petty.”
So, the California Leftie gonna tell us what to do?
Hahahahaha
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