I went out into the sun. I visited Tina at her store in the market. Now resigned, she's into money-buying business (POS business).
I think it helped that I left the house. While talking with her on the phone, Tina, being who she is, made me laugh. But that's not why I plan on staying at hers for some days. Or maybe it is.
She has the aura that fits my emotions at this point. Staying this close to any other person would result in uncontrollable chaos, expressed or repressed.
"I want to process my grief." Those last six words just jumped at me as the next sentence to write. Now I have to think, "what grief?"
Who am I grieving? What am I grieving? Where am I grieving? In what direction is this grief pointing at?
