T= Therapist

T: Back so soon, I see.

Me:  If I don’t go forward I’ll be sucked back.

T:  Still talking metaphors.

Me:  I can’t mess with lah-ti-dah.  This is real!

T:  What have you done for you?

Me: I’m meeting my goal with the booklet.

T: Has that helped?

Me: At least it’s given me a string from day to day.

T:  Good for you [us].

Me: But then I read he was mad at the Post Office for not charging more!

T:  Pure evil?

Me: Yes…And before you ask, there’s something else I’m going to try.

T: Oh?

Me: My arms are getting skeletal and as much as I hate it, I’m going to try and exercise maybe 5 minutes a day.

T:   You should be able to have a success with that goal, also.

Me:  But I’m concerned about my growing paranoia.

T:  Growing?

Me: Yes, I can see myself becoming suspicious of just about everybody and every thing.

T: Is it paranoia or the truth?

Me:  It’s even worse if paranoia is the truth.

T:  Hmmn…You’ve already said that you won’t outlive the effects of this plague.  Can you make just a little fun for yourself in your final days?

Me: I’ll certainly have to meditate on that…