This is the fourth time I'm trying to start a new post. I'm lost in so many different thoughts and reflections and hopes. I guess I should just do it and forget about forgetting. It's morning and I'm drinking a cup of apple cinnamon tea. The outside is covered in snow, the thing that brightens the dark atmosphere. Cough syrup medicine has left me a bit out of it, but at least my throat and ears aren't on fire. Uzair tells me I need to go to the doctor. I've always thought this was a waste of time for a common cold. Anyway, he's right. And I'll try to go today. Well, I'm off! Today's class is Crime and Criminal Policy. It reminds me of my dear friend Victoria in Eugene, who is a retired parole officer. Hope to get in contact with her again.