To reiterate what you all said several couch pages ago: Feelings are horrible. And when they come up during a therapy session and then have to be packed away and stuffed out of sight it's just hard. I honestly don't know how to handle it sometimes.
Also loneliness. That's unpleasant, too. (Although as it's a member of the class of feelings, it should perhaps not be mentioned on its own. Some semanticist I am.)
And Fridays are the worst day of the week. Always always.

And one of my cats has lost her appetite. I can make her eat a little and she drinks just fine, and she is not apathetic and doesn't show any symptoms of pain or a tender stomach or anything, so the vet I telephoned told me to wait and see. It's just so worrying - she's such a greedy feeder, normally, but since yesterday she licks the food daintily and takes a few mouthfuls and then walks off. (I think she might be a bit constipated judging by litter tray evidence, so I've fed her some paraffin oil, also on the vet's advice.) I suspect the couchinistas can sympathise with my concern.