Sunday

 I spent most of yesterday in the room. I did leave long enough to get a bottle of Coca-Cola from the closest convenience store. I wanted to get some fresh air. I am not going overboard with the caffeine and sugar - no more 6 liters a day. I listened to music (Joe Jackson's Beat Crazy, Wings' Band on the Run, and The Greaser's Lunchbox), half watched PBS's documentary on Ernest Hemingway, and wrote up material for this blog.  I did have a deputy sheriff show up to make sure I was living where I said I would be living was and not disturbing the peace and dignity of the State of Indiana. The deputy was only my second visitor here  really tired when I went to bed at 11 pm.