Crazy mushrooms

This illustration is a pretty accurate description of how I feel today although I made it on Sunday with a completely different post.
Which begs the question: Am I psychic? Or were things simply brewing in my head already on Sunday and it's just surfacing now.

The mushrooms btw are from the ones my parents brought home from mushroom picking. That's one of the perks of living in the countryside: seasonal eating is still a rule not something you need to make a conscious choice to do. But when there is mushrooms, there IS mushrooms: there is an omelet for breakfast, there is a risotto, there is pasta, sauce for the meat, omelet again and on and on in different versions. Because when you pick mushrooms and don't buy them at the supermarket, there is no 250 g version.
But I really like this feeling of being a bit more connected with everything. Of not bringing food home in plastic. There is something very right about that.