I think, perhaps, I have finally lost it.

For hours now, I have been smelling warm bread, buttered heavily. While the aroma wafting across my abode is most sumptuous, it is also most fearsome.

I have baked no bread. The smell is not present out of doors. And, given that my next door neighbor (at least 45) has his mother and his father do his housework and yard work, I am fairly certain that he is not the source of the culinary masterpiece driving me crazy.

So, what do you think? A brain tumor? Dangerous exhaustion levels? Overload of work? Or...am I just plain nuts?

Oh, my, does it smell wonderful!