[Me = Nan and T = therapist]
Me: I can’t get anything done and I sleep too much. My day just dampens away.
Me: Oh you know–just shrivels away. My son calls and I’ve nothing to report.
T: You feel …helpless?
Me: Yeah, helpless, I guess. I’m straining at my chains but…
Me: I’m caught, like a fish on a hook.
T: Who’s the fisherman?
Me: Uh….Trump and his minions.
T: What’s he done–doing?
Me: He’s broken into the house to burgle, and left his s*** in the living room.
T: What’s he taking?
T: Too bad you don’t have someone to pray to.
Me: Hey! You’re supposed to help me!
T: I’m here to listen…and to encourage you to help yourself.
Me: He might be dumb but he’s clever….How is that possible?
T: He has enablers?
Me: Boy does he!…Sigh.
T: …What are those tears saying?
Me: The daily news is like brain washing…
T: What was the brain like before being washed?
T: Well–there’s Cuomo.
Me: Yeah–but he’s given the children to Bill Gates.
T: Time’s up, give me a hug.
Me: We have to put our masks back on first.
T: Tomorrow, same time…