I lost my voice just in time for a busy weekend when I'll need it more than usual. Ho hum. C'est la vie, right? But I'm still irritated. At least work went well today. Afterwards, I got a letter from a young black thuggish prisoner whom I just now started writing up in KY. He told me he loves the Andy Griffith Show and Quantum Leap. He used to own a mare named Midnight. My jaw was on the floor. See, you really can't judge a book by its cover.