As in not, the grocery store.
It is no secret that I have hunkered down and isolated myself for the last month 2 days and 10 hours after my 49 year old husband of 15 years unexpectedly died.
But tonight, I went somewhere where I might see people I know, and I did.
I went 2 hours early because I knew I'd freak out, leave, and come back. Which I did. Twice.
But, I came back and stayed. It was a book signing of a friend.