One of the very worst things about knowing you're crazy and yet, sometimes quite sane, is trying to decide which part of the mess your mind is operating from.
Especially if it involves people you love. Mostly if it involves people you love.
It is horrible and it is exhausting. I spent part of the day in bed which I understand is not unusual for even the sanest among us to do but for which I feel incredibly guilty.
Luckily, my cooking ability seems to transcend it all.
As if that makes one bit of difference.
And so it goes.
I am here. And supper is almost ready.