i wonder what's going on with my talk therapist. she doesn't answer my emails, and the last time i went for a session she was in the common room getting her crown of thorns blessed for saint francis day. when i came in she looked at me with a scary stare of incomprehension like what are you doing here? and i felt a small gulp in my chest, smiling in hope of recognition. i don't say she's infected, but we're all affected by the novel virus in individual and mysterious ways. stay tuned. 

anyway i mostly feel positive about the interaction, but as soon as i leave i'm back in the scary incomprehensible absence of sanity and reality. if only i could be as happy and kind and sane as lulu.