I woke up with a start this morning at the front desk to find that Deputy Porkins had put pots notes all over my head. I had an array of different colored post its all over my head. I suppose I am lucky he did nothing else perverse to me while I slept. BUT THEN, then I saw it DOORS, doors on the hospital. I don’t know who installed them; maybe it was Jim Bowie who built the jail. Don’t know.  Don’t care, but it was like Christmas. I have stood many a long watch with Deputy Porkins staring out at empty whole in the walls of the hospital. I am so very grateful. Was it the Sheriff?  I just don’t know.  If so I will slide a note under his door and thank him for it. Oh, one more barrier between me and the world at large.  Thank God!