[Me = Nan and T = therapist]

Me: I can’t get anything done and I sleep too much. My day just dampens away.

T: Dampens?

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…

T: Chains?

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?

Me: Hope.

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?

Me: Energized…hopeful,,,creative…productive.

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…

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