I'm not sure I'm thinking much of anything, but I have feelings of being comfortable, and peaceful, and maybe some anticipation. I don't see my T very often anymore, so being there is a treat. Last time, I remember sitting in the waiting room and reflecting on that feeling of comfort and ease--I have been here so often, I know this room well, I know that painting, the water cooler still hasn't been filled ha ha, etc. Kind of like old home week.