I slipped out at lunch to do a little shopping at the thrift store. I found a purse I liked and bought it. On the way back to work, I could help looking at it on the seat next to me. Before I knew it I was crying. I have no idea why I was crying over a 3$ purse. I'm not even sure if they were sad tears or happy tears (maybe both). But, when I got back to work I had the most productive day I've had in months.
Daphne