when i still went to her office (before she moved), I LOVED sitting in her waiting room. Sometimes I'd get there a little early on purpose because I was almost always the only one waiting I think there was only one other T there and they must of staggered appointments, and there was no receptionist or anything. The colors of the walls were so soothing, and the paintings too, and the music playing (a classical radio station) and even just the smell of the place... so relaxing. I'd kick back and close my eyes and sometimes I'd be so lost in the music I wouldn't even hear the door open and she'd have to come over and say "Art, hello?" LOL