Parked

Complications tonight.  Not the kind of complications as in my days of old.  Oh, no.  Things are different now.  “Complicated” tonight meant trying to find a parking space that would go safely without a ticket between now and Thursday evening, because that is the next time I am approved to leave my apartment.  If I decide to wander out to the street before then, I can face serious legal consequences.

My efforts to find suitable parking were hopeless, as street cleaning here is on Wednesday and Thursday mornings.  I left a message with my home monitoring PO explaining my predicament and asking if I might be permitted to move my car Wednesday morning to avoid a $68 parking violation.  That’s the going rate here.  After all, I am asking to avoid some version of law breaking, right?  Surely, my interest is to serve a greater good and do right by the parking enforcement officers, who righteously punish citizens for their malicious parking agendas.  These officers are doing the Lord’s work, and I wouldn’t dream of getting in the way of their good will and service to the community.  Parking violators need to be snubbed out of society like a cancer, and this uniformed team of do-gooders is on the job.

I am literally a prisoner in my own home for the next three days. At least this prison has cable and online shopping.  Unless I’m granted permission to move my car for street cleaning, I will not be leaving here until Thursday evening.  In ways, I don’t mind so much because I enjoy being at home, but in other ways it’s suffocating to know that I don’t have the option to leave.  Home for three days…  Maybe I’ve watched too many episodes of Criminal Minds (It’s always on!), but isn’t that about how long it would take, in the case of foul play, for neighbors to be bothered by a suspicious smell and onto the scent of a crime?  I wonder if anyone is keeping tabs on my door- how often I come in and go out- and when they realize that I’ve been inside for an ungodly amount of time, will they assume I’ve died and climb through the window to rob me blind?  Sweet Lord- this is getting morbid.  After my experience in prison and otherwise, I’m convinced that confinement is capable of breeding madness.

One defense I’ve found against madness is exercise.  I’ve been running almost every day at the apartment gym.  Especially during long stretches of being home, it’s a huge release for me.  My ankle bracelet has been aggravating my heel recently though, and after a run today the back of my sock was stained with blood.  New sock, too.  Shame.  I forgot to get band aids during my essential leave last week.  I’m learning to be better about making lists before going to the store.

My options now are to be extremely organized, or suffer the consequences when I’m not.

301 days to go.