The Queen of Fiddle Faddle.  That would be me.  Not the yummy treat in a yellow box, but the shilly-shallying; randomly wandering from room to room as if in search for something; “Just one more thing” or “Just one more minute”; “I’m not ready yet”; “Oh, wait, I forgot something!” routine I perform to Bruce’s amusement (or chagrin) most mornings throughout the school year when I have to wake up before my internal clock is ready for me to be up and moving and being coherent.

NOTE:  If I am permitted to sleep until I wake up rather than forced to get up and going before that, I am quite organized and rational.