The happy place

I’m back to my old self after all of the turmoil at my work, where I saw the company for what it was.

I forgot my book somewhere on the trip; the cowboy book. It was a bit slow anyhow. Border triology.

I saw an old friend he was at a dark place.

I did cry for the first time since I can remember, maybe six or seven years. (Because of my high EQ, I do feel the suffering of my friends).

That’s the executive summary.

Henceforth I shall try to be more coherent.