At 35, Philip Roath worries over his wife having left him, his hair and teeth diminishing, and his insecurity and laziness, but a visit to an analyst is far from helpful.
For once in his life, Roath pulls himself together, changes his attitude, starts getting fit, even plans to do some work. But he didn't allow for the vagaries of fate.
Roath doesn't need the bathroom mirror to tell him more bits are dropping off-Lillian does that for him. She does a pretty good job on his character shortcomings as well.
Roath's worries are affecting his sleeping; what a pity he's in this state on the day the head office boys stop by. And everyone seems very keen to speak their minds.
Roath thinks he's got problems? When ex-wife Ellen, the boss, and his analyst all take him into their confidence, he finds he's got their hang-ups to worry about, too.
