On a related morbid note:

When I saw R last week while Dr. T was away, I asked her if something happened to him where I couldn't see him any more--like if he moved to Canada to get away from our current administration or he was unable to work for some reason, like illness or, well, death--would she be willing to be my therapist at least for a few months while I coped (much of her current practice is business executives, so I wanted to check)? I figured she'd hedge or say, "Well, I doubt that will happen."

But she said she'd be able to, adding, "I'll be here for you." It was very meaningful to me.

I debated whether to tell Dr. T about it, but I did yesterday. He was fine with it and seemed happy that she'd be willing to support me (I wasn't sure, after the whole conflict during the move). I said I knew maybe it was a bit morbid and apologized for that.

He replied, "Well, you never know what can happen." That this T who used his office one evening a week (he'd mentioned him before) had passed away suddenly 4 weeks ago. "He used to sit right in this chair.' Me: "Get out of the chair!" Dr. T: "Well, he didn't literally pass away in this chair." Me: "Oh, OK."

With the R stuff, he also said he was fine with it, assuming I didn't intend to murder him so that I could see her instead. I said (because it was Valentine's Day), "Here, have this Valentine's chocolate. No, I'm not going to eat any." Dr. T replied, "Also, you're not going to need to schedule for 2 weeks from now." (As in, because I was poisoning him--I did not actually give him any candy, to clarify!). A bit of dark humor there...