I fell asleep last night while reading Peter Mayle's Anything Considered.

Charming and urbane, I'd say, but that's irrelevant.

I woke this morning at 4:30 and haven't accomplished a thing besides talking myself into making biscuits with sausage and cream gravy after the birds wake up.

UPDATE: To honor my Aunt Glenda, who died this past Friday, I'll mix the biscuits in the stainless steel mixing bowl she contributed to my first kitchen when I was 19.