Back in the Saddle

I'm feeling high again.

Came home from work the other morning and Roomy had put the attached postcard on my desk. She was talkin' about me.... Thanks Roomy.

Anywho. Took myself out last night and had a jolly time. It's good not to be desperate. I went to one of our local bars. Fortunately, the owner was there; he's great, and always comps my drinks. Don't know why. Knowing the owner is a good thing because he introduced me to the fellow on my right and we struck up a conversation. I was joined on my left by a dairy farmer, who was also quite nice. We talked cows. I learned a little. Dairy man left and finally so did the guy on my right. After a few minutes, in walks an elderly man wearing a tattered leather coat (his cat got after it). The owner, knowing I'm a firefighter, introduced me to this man: our ex Chief's brother. Well, we got to talkin' and we had a hoot. Finally, this drunken old soul went home to his wife.

I stayed a bit longer on my own, drinking a couple of glasses of water before hitting the road. Then I came home, fixed myself some dinner and went to bed.

I had a great night.

Once again, I recognize that I can feel great on my own, without a man, in the company of strangers. I like it.

Oooh, I gotta get to work. Bye!