
I know other people do this, I mean my Grandmother does. Always has. My husband teases me because I run down a list of things I need to do - out loud. My brother does the same. It's like hearing it helps us remember. Heck, I can even remember taking exams in college, I could tell you the answer was on the right side of page #72, but I just couldn't SEE it. I'd run through the entire Krebs Cycle or what not in my brain, searching, hoping, for the missing point. If only they'd had a jingle. Or an awesome acronym.
But some days, I'm pretty sure I'm just crazy.

For instance, I've been looking at pictures, and naming, my own flock of fictionalized Icelandic sheep for 72 hours.

It's research, I pinky promise.
(And, yes, I'm aware of Research's evil twin, Procrastination. We first met in junior high.)

































