I am sitting here in my big, manly, comfortable black leather poppa chair in my living room, and I am shrinking. I can't feel it, but I now know for sure that I am shrinking ! Isn't that what the Wicked Witch of the West said in The Wizard of Oz? I am shrinking.

Because my age index is pretty high, but my maturity level hasn't kept up with it, I often wonder if, "I'm shrinking" is what psychologists say when the phone rings while they're working. "I can't talk to you now, I'm shrinking."

Can you imagine listening to a shrink dealing with a manic depressive patient. "Cheer up. Calm down. Cheer up. Calm down." That would wear anybody down. Maybe that's why they call Psychiatrists shrinks. They're all worn down.