T asked me some difficult questions yesterday. I chose not to respond. Instead I sat and inspected his carpet like I was some kind of quote agent for Stanley Steemer. At first I almost had a reply and then I just went totally blank. I wasn't holding anything back because there was nothing there.

What do I do now? I can't keep going in there and saying nothing. That would be pointless. I can't figure out a new angle on this. I don't want to go in there and talk about frivolous things. But if my brain shuts off when we get to the hard stuff, what's the point of showing up?