Yesterday morning around seven o'clock, the "floor officer" who covers the cell block where live, came to me and said to "pack my things"...
I was moving to a different housing area. He told my co-workers to do the same. A recent uptick in Covid cases made the facility's administration decide to use one cell block as a place to use as a quarantine staging area.
So off I went to pack my belongings and move. It was an exhausting task. Everything from my mattress and bedding, to my books and paperwork, hygiene items and food, had to go. Moving, as inmates know, can take up to several hours. In addition to packing, transporting everything, and unpacking, comes cleaning the new cell to include disinfecting everything.
But here I am in a different part of the prison, having to adjust to new neighbors. I've been unpacking and re-organizing, as well as meeting new faces. The sudden and unexpected move was an answer to prayer. I plan to share more in my next entry.
D.B.
So off I went to pack my belongings and move. It was an exhausting task. Everything from my mattress and bedding, to my books and paperwork, hygiene items and food, had to go. Moving, as inmates know, can take up to several hours. In addition to packing, transporting everything, and unpacking, comes cleaning the new cell to include disinfecting everything.
But here I am in a different part of the prison, having to adjust to new neighbors. I've been unpacking and re-organizing, as well as meeting new faces. The sudden and unexpected move was an answer to prayer. I plan to share more in my next entry.
D.B.
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