This weather here has been fantastic. I can't remember an August being so pleasant and cool. It is normally humid and oppressive. Maggie and I sat out on my porch all morning as I read Model Railroaders from years ago. I got to dream my little dreams and scheme my little schemes. I can literally lose hours doing that.
I finally came inside and fixed Maggie and I ham and cheese sandwiches. I toasted mine and gave Maggie hers plain. Maggie always carries hers into the den to eat much to my chagrin.
2sunset was asking about schizophrenia and the medications. I can only speak for myself, but stress causes my symptoms to increase even on my medications. A large family gathering is about one of the most stressful situations I face these days and that was why I was hearing voices yesterday. I also see what I describe as "ghosting." Usually innocuous hologram-like images of animals and cats lying around the room. When I am under a lot of stress, I can have what I call waking dreams where I experience something in my mind and it is so real that I can't decipher the difference from my mind world and the real world.