Shrug-a-lug

The shopping didn't work out so well. I credit my lack of shopping skills/passion for the development of my creative/foraging drives. I'd a hundred times druther gypsy-rig something or go dumpster diving to get me through the immediate need than go shopping. Quite a few of my gypsy-rigs have outlasted the stuff I would have bought.

This evening finds me confused, anxious and near to tears at random intervals. Trying to let emotions run their own course. After 40 odd years of therapy, crying remains rare for me. I often wonder if that blockage drags out my grieving process. Dunno. Stats unavailable. Ya gots to be able to measure a thing before you can run stats.

Attempting to disconnect logical functions. It is illogical to use logic in matters of the heart. Emotions go where they go by their own mystery. Just let the mystery be. Processing. . .