May the shrinking begin.
Yep, off to the psychiatrist today for my quarterly head-tweak.
While I don’t exactly worry about these appointments, I do get a little queasy at someone looking so interestedly at me.
Not through me.
Not around me.
Not squeezing their eyes shut and muttering in disgust at me.
It’s odd to be seen.
Oh, forget the shrinking. Let’s call in the snippers.