Random Thoughts at Grandma's

Bill and I are having breakfast at Grandma's Pancake House today.  It's strange, because we are usually here on Sunday, but I got the urge for French Toast early this week. 

My anxiety/depression/ADD meds are screwing with my appetite, so when I get a craving for food, I take it.

As usual, the place is busy, and regardless of how hectic it gets, everyone is really friendly.

This is one of the places that is good for my mental recovery.  There is very little anxiety for me here, and that is a bonus next to the awesome food. 

The rest of my day will be resting as usual.  I can't seem to get my brain to cooperate with me, because it keeps wanting to tell me that I'm being lazy and useless.  For the record, my brain keeps telling me that I don't like cooking anymore, and that my friends are beginning to resent me.   I know these things aren't necessarily true, but the feeling is very hard to shake. 

Anyway, enough blogging because food will be here soon.