Last night, I dreamed I was having a nervous breakdown. I couldn't remember where I put things. I was frustrated at everything I had to do and I was short-tempered and angry and I couldn't explain how I was feeling. I'd pick things up and go into a room and forget why I was there and put things back down at random. People around me were beginning to express concern.
Thankfully it was a dream. I woke up relieved and went into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Then I thought I'd get the newspaper first from the front yard. First I looked at the clock to see if it was time to wake Karen up. Then I turned back, looked at the sink and couldn't remember why I was in the kitchen.