Mixing it up

I've been low lately. There's the in-betweens, the dwindling daylight, mercurial weather, lack of companionship, and my growing separation anxiety over having to work in an office without my boss. His presence makes it just a little bit easier to come in. And he's leaving in six months. I'm borrowing that misery well in advance and I know its dumb to do so. Work today was heavy cloud, no rain, thin grey-ish silver lining. When I got the text from a friend in town for work to grab a drink, I was finally home and really just getting into organizing my bookshelf and tempted to decline. I mean bookshelf organizing people, that's some high speed engrossing shit. But I tore myself away and I'm so so glad I did. Had a ball. Reminded me I am capable of laughter and can go to a bar with someone and have more fun than I do alone which had been my habit here after a couple of turns at going out with the girls. Not for me. Too Mutual of Omaha for my taste. I founded this friend's fan club so he gets to take most of the credit for how fun it was but it was also just great to talk to someone who understood. Who I can have a conversation with about the world and the places to go in it. This might be why a girl I know here can't not hang with her nurse friends, though she swears half the time she hates them. They can speak in shorthand about their work. I don't realize I miss that until I have it again and find it so refreshing to be understood and to be able to tell a story without having to provide all the context. In short, it was fun and I'm glad I went. It shook off the funk of the day.