I woke up this morning with optimism, and my usual Monday morning delusions of productive grandeur. I was up, showered, and dressed by 8:30. I combed out my hair, put on some makeup, and headed to the kitchen to tidy up a bit, and get some breakfast. At this point, things began to go rapidly downhill. I don't feel like going into all the details, but the least fixable issue was also the least serious, and the most serious issue will fix itself with a bit of time and a small bandage.

As the title of this post says, I think I must be crazy. It is shortly before 2:00 am, and I'm sitting up in the living room, because I can't sleep, because I'm having a creative fit. I discovered some years ago that I apparently have a recessive artistic temperament that usually resides in the proverbial closet, and sticks its head out on occasion - usually at the most inconvenient times. The dominant engineer in me often wonders just where in the blazes this recessive crazy artist-wanna-be came from.