My longtime T had a little clock that sat across from me. I appreciated it because I'm really bad with time and can't always distinguish between 15 minutes and 45 minutes. It also helped me keep a tab on my level of dissociation. New T doesn't have a clock visible, I don't think. I admit that I keep my eyes fixed on her bookshelf or this watercolor sitting on the floor beside it. I only have a vague impression of the rest of her office. Maybe there is a clock and I just haven't seen it. I need to repair my watch because I don't like not knowing. I wasted tons of time yesterday because I thought it was almost time to leave when it wasn't. I hate waiting for T to say we are out of time, so I guess I was trying to prepare myself and got a bit carried away.