Someone called my cell phone at 8:30 this morning, disrupting my sleep cycle. Although they certainly had no intention of causing any harm, the net result is that my brain is so scrambled today that even hours later I am struggling with the otherwise usually automatic task of making pancakes. Today the process has deconstructed itself to the point where the first one contained neither eggs, oil, salt, or baking powder, let alone vanilla. I think the last one of the batch might be edible, if I don’t let it burn beyond recognition. I think I’ll try to eat one now; it’s already after one o’clock.
Fuzzy Muzzy was also a Day
Posted by Laura P. Schulman, MD, MA on November 1, 2011