This grief process is confounding. I was so mad at Steve this week as I de-cluttered. My grandson and I worked hard in the heat to get things out of the garage, cold room and shed. I spilled a bunch of oil in the garage (I’m using cat litter to get it cleaned up). Our air conditioning went out (Did I mention it was HOT?). And now I have to organize everything that’s left. I managed to blame everything on Steve. Then, very unexpectedly yesterday, coming out of nowhere, I got sad and missed Steve a lot. Really got down. Am I going crazy? I guess I could blame that on him, too. I am better emotionally today but my post-brain surgery fatigue is singing its song. So I am in an emotional rainbow lately: Happy, Angry, Sad, Sleepy. Sounds like the 7 Dwarves. And it’s the weekend, so I often get a little Apprehensive if I don’t have something fun planned. I am going to a Transcendental Meditation group meeting this evening. Fun? Perhaps.