Get me out of this loony bin!

Actual conversation with the MIL, word for word:

She seeks me out in the kitchen after I'd been gone all day and was making myself a cup of tea.

MIL "It was kinda dark today, you know, got kinda dark at times. But then sometimes the sun would come out."

I look out the window at the blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds.

"Hmm," I say noncommittally.

MIL, "I mean, sometimes it was sunny, but a lot of the time it was dark inside."

I stare at her wondering where this is going.

"I don't think it rained, though," she adds.

I am incredulous. "No, there are no rain clouds in the sky," I tell her. "It is actually a beautiful day out."

"Oh, oh yeah, I didn't think it had rained," she said. "But it would get dark sometimes, like it might rain. But it didn't rain."

"Yes, there are clouds in the sky that the sun goes behind," I say, wondering if I was going insane myself to be holding such a conversation. My brain was thinking about oozing out my ears.

"But sometimes the sun would come out," the MIL stated.

"Yes," I said wearly, "It'll do that."

"Yeah." She agreed and went into the living room.