Thanksgiving at my house had a couple of surprise guests. I was delighted to see my oldest brother because he has been dead for decades.
I am in a house of madness with a screaming madman who deludes himself he is the Cat God. He’s no more the Cat God than I’m the Queen of Sheba.
A manic-depressive neurotic with bipolar disorder has a nerve calling a prime minister a schizophrenic. But I should know.