Landing My Feet

Lately I have returned from a trip to Boise, ID. It was a company Christmas party hosted by my best friend's work, Trebar. Mostly reminded how little I enjoy being around people. And at some points, when my mind isn't really in the desire to stay with me, that fish cannot fly. I do argue this point from time to time.We mostly wasted our time, together. Went to a bar with woman that would do nothing more then make me sad, in it. Apart from the company I came along with. They were along the trip to Boise, picked up. They are all either girlfriends of, or wives of my best friend's co-workers.I mostly kept silent and to myself. I do that, in crowds. Not sure rather that is due to hearing loss keeping me from catching much of anything, or a complete loss of desire to interact with anything at all. Little of both, I'd hope.In any case it is of some pleasure to find a method which I can make daily entries. I make to a wise life and keep my writing love from this first entry. Maybe the next one, also. We shall see.Last Sunday I quit the job I had been working since Oct 11th, 2001. Not sure why the exact date matters, but I remember it for now. I have mixed feeling about this, along with many other things. My work isn't something everyone can do. Nor is it something I can do without putting some form of love into it. I assist those falling from having a home at the state intuition. Missing them, co-workers and persons served alike, will be an easy thing to do.There is a job in the same field of work, for more pay and less drive. Pendleton is thirty five minutes away. While, here, is mostly here. Hermiston that is. But I can't measure against these pressing times upon a broken mind. That is, things are changing. Even if it's not the air I'm breathing, it settles on me well that this next year will be all about my changes. Who knows, sometimes I'd love being wrong.