It would appear at this time that the "three amigos" will be signing on their case(s) on Thursday. The best they (my daughter, Le Boyfriend and Le Boyfriend's Brother) can hope to get is 16 months apiece, prison time. (Time is automatically cut in half, so really eight months.)
If they sign Thursday, then Thursday night they will become "state property" and there will be a night time transfer to a different jail. From there, in three to four weeks, they will drop off the radar for about a week or so while they are transferred to the prisons. They will enter prison with about seven months time left to serve.
She actually expressed some regret that she will only be there seven months. Seems that's not long enough to complete firefighter training.
However, she is choosing between some other educational certificates she can earn, and is alternating between tears and sounding like she's going off to college and living in a dorm. I don't know if it's complete obliviousness, a coping mechanism, or both.
Her other choice was a two year program, very intense, with drug classes 8-5 Monday through Friday, and living in a sober home provided by the state. Any screw-ups at all in that program meant an automatic three to six years in prison.
Yes. I'll take 16 months now, Your Honor.
I'm taking things one day at a time. Today I dealt with my annual boobie mashing ceremony, and apparently something looked hokey to the technician who was rather talkative... extra
What I didn't say to her was "honey, I've pretty much lost my daughter to mental illness and heroin.... who cares about a boobie!"
I finished up my work and tackled a technically challenging quilt block and rocked out to some Elton John. It was a good evening! Tomorrow after work I'll add in an extra meeting and write my daughter an encouraging letter.
DH is still making the occasional caustic remark; it has helped me enormously that some of you commented that he might be speaking out of his own "hurt".
In fact, reading those comments may have saved his life. Just say'n!
He ripped out a good one tonight and I just quietly said "well then, I'm going to go sew!" And stuck on my headphones. *grin!*
I'm planning a trip in the next two or three months to my parents' home in Wyoming. It will be good to feed chickens, take some walks, see the beautiful scenery and soak up some time with my folks.
Life is good!