Therapy

Is when my husband finds me depressed in general, takes me over to a mall and leaves me at its bookstore. I get lost in the world of titles, authors, books and everything in between ...my heart leaps out to so many `wish I bought that' kind of books, while he perches himself in the lobby, ogling at shoppers. In no time, he finds me `back to normal'. The catch: It's not like I can buy books out there!