I hate being late, because I don't want to miss any of my time. Since I drive so far, sometimes things come up that I can't control though. And there was once that I was ready to leave early, sat down on the couch, and the cat got on my lap and went to sleep. I couldn't see a clock, but figured I had a few minutes to hold the cat (and that's therapeutic too). Well, time stopped (I thought), only it didn't really, and traffic wasn't nice that day, and I had to stop for gas and put oil in the car about half way there. I kept thinking I would be able to make up the time, but when I got out of the canyon and got phone service, T called me asking if I was coming. I was hoping to be no more than 10 minutes late, but it ended up being 15 or 20, and T's clock was fast that day, and she said I was lucky she called, and that she waited for me. It was weird to pull up and find her outside watering plants. I have 90 minute sessions, so it's still worth being there if I'm late, but I hate it. At least I've learned to call T and leave a message if something happens and I'm running late.

Sorry for the long story. I just wanted to say I relate, and that is aggravating. It's nice that she will email you - at least that's something.

Rap