I visited Marc again yesterday, and I get to see him tomorrow morning too. As always, it's wonderful to be together! It's just sad that we're locked into a concrete and steel room, unable to walk around together or kiss beyond the "hello" and "goodbye". But I'm always grateful for what we do have, which is more than many others.

Today Marc was punished with two months of no commissary (food, shampoo, soap, stamps, etc.) and his cellmate for one month because I gave his cellmate money! Apparently it's against the rules even though it's not in the rule book. Marc was staying healthy eating nuts, trail mix, and tuna and turkey packets from commissary, now he has to "survive" on meals like peanut butter, bread, and rice.