While busy trying to figure out everything I "have" wrong with me, I can't stop thinking about where I left the sour cream from Thursday night. All afternoon I have obsessed on where the sour cream went. It isn't in the fridge, no one else touched it and I don't remember throwing it away. Something is fishy. I'm tempted to look in the dumpster outside (and I probably will tomorrow), just so I know I'm not going crazy.
At least I'm thinking positively; the sour cream container was half full.