Up before the sun

It's 6:30am and I've:

• got two pans of homemade biscuits in the oven (not those nasty, pop-out-of-a-can-'cause-I'm-desperate-for-biscuits things)
• answered e-mails, including a lengthy one about music recommendations from a church friend and another about desired yarn for a sample for a class I hope to teach over the summer
• scritched my cat several times
• had 2+ cups of coffee
• put away the dishes in the drainer
• checked several news and alert sites (Chronicle of Higher Ed, etc.)

But have I worked on the report I thought I'd work on this am?  Noooo.  But I need to get to work early and get cracking.   BTW, the Chronicle pointed to Arts and Letters Daily which pointed to an article from ABC on ATT World Net about a woman who has a perfect memory.  Before you think this would be terrific, wonderful, would help you win Jeopardy, the Nobel Prize in all areas and ace every exam, think about it.   She could remember that crazy linkage stream listed above in the correct order and that I wrote about it today.  She could not only remember every hurt in her entire life, but every thing she's ever done that she'd like to forget she did (just think of those things you did or said in childhood that make you cringe still and make you wonder how in the world you grew up and still have friends?).  And the trivia.  The little things.  I wonder if she can remember a grocery list from 12 years ago.  Ugh.

A perfect memory sounds great on the surface, but I don't know about how wonderful it'd be in the long run!

My biscuits are done.  And they look good.  Thankfully I can't remember the last time a batch didn't turn out well.

Comments

[mosker]

I keep telling myself I'd like to be up (and productive) at that time of the morning, but sleeping always seems so much more attractive when the time comes.

[Rustee]

Yum! I love homemade biscuits! hint hint