husband called me at work this afternoon. The local jail called to let us know we needed to come pick up difficult child's belongings. He was transferred to the state's Reception/Diagnostic center today. This is where every state inmate is filtered through to determine their final placement. He should be there a week or two. However, during that time, he can't make calls or get mail so we'll have to wait to see where he goes. The plus side is that he has been assigned a doctor number and we can track him online with the number. And OMG. I picked up his stuff after work and there is quite the pile of "songs". I read two and put them back. Nasty.