My brother, my accident-prone brother, my brother who can’t even take his shoes off without needing stiches in the back of his head (it’s happened), is baking. And me without my life insurance. And me stuck minding his damn dog while he screws around in the kitchen potentially setting the place on fire. But I’m not crazy… I’m not… well, not yet… okay, maybe? Kinda? Fine, i’m a loon.