I'm not all here today. I feel kinda weird and not myself.
It was kinda funny. I grabbed the bread from the top of the fridge, and, while attempting to make a sandwich and balance in a crazy way, one foot around the stove, the other foot on tip-toe around Tina's sleeping bag, I turned and smacked against an open cabinet door, right over the front of my head.
I remember saying to Tina, "I'm going to go sit down." And I did just that.
So things are a bit more foggy this morning than usual.
Kwazzy, things are.