Random musings on a slow day

The weather up here has been positively Willamette Valley-like the past week and a half. Overcast, blustery, windy - I don't think I've seen the sun for the past several days. And let me tell you, when the sun goes down up here, it gets dark. Seriously. It's like there's a black hole or something up here at night.

I'm doing okay, and seem to have settled into a pattern that gets me through the days, which usually involves 1) go to work, 2) watch TV/surf the internet the rest of the night. My computer has been in the shop the past week, however, so I have been sans the web for a while. For an internet addict like myself, it's been very hard. Man cannot live on basic cable alone.

I do a little packing now and again, although last weekend was hard. I packed up a lot of Cheryl's stuffed animals, including her teddy bear she'd had since she was a wee tyke, and that set me off for a while. Every day is a little bit better, but I'm still tremendously lonely up here.

And that is the source of my great conundrum: should I stay or should I go? It's no secret that I wasn't happy up here even in the best of times, and I cannot wait to get back to central Oregon. It's home, it's where friends and family are, and it isn't this gawd-awful place. However, I do have a job (with good benefits), and finding a job even in the best of times in Bend is an adventure, and to read the newspapers, this is the worst recession the country has been in since the Great Depression.

Do I stay someplace I don't like, simply because I have a job, or move for my own mental well-being and hope I find a job sooner than later? Ay, that's the rub. On the bright side, I've got a line on a couple of job possibilities in central Oregon, and I hope hope hope that one of them pans out. I've got inside connections working for me, and the older I get, the more I learn it's not what you know...but who you know.

Still, I probably should have sent the shoebox full of $20s in with my job application. Never hurts.