Can't complain too much about my Sunday.  It went pretty much that way that I wanted it to go.  I even had time to take a nap and I got most of  my home teaching done and I enjoyed teaching my lesson in High Priests Quorum.  But that brings to mind something that I have noticed over the last several months about my teaching.  I have done it for a long, long time.  It even goes way back past my memory, but most of the years that I do remember were with the High Priests, and it has always been something that was really important to me.  For years I fretted over it and it was the cause of some neat highs, as well as some lows when I fretted enough to make myself sick.  This last stint has been different.  I can't really explain how it is different, but I feel more detached from it in one way and more involved in it in another way.  I worry about how it is perceived and yet I figure that I don't have to please anyone but myself.  I hope that 'they' learn something, but I find that I am learning from the experience more then ever before and I am learning to make that my criteria.  It is such a personal thing because of the way I put myself into every lesson, and yet that detached thing that I wrote is there too.  It seems to be like my whole life is becoming now:  a quandary, a big question, a mystery.  The  more I learn the more I know that I don't know--like I'm a very smart dummy.  It is a weird thing that seems to be happening to me as I sit and watch my life go on before my eyes, not as much as something that I do, but as something that I see.  Am I crazy?