Custard

“Atop this ensemble sits the brain. Its weight is one pound, its consistency that of thick custard, and its fine structure the most complicated machinery ever produced on earth.”1

Yes, it is amazing, but I don’t think I will ever be able to eat custard with a clear conscience again *eww*.

My day started in quite a funny manner today. Last night, (knowing my tendency to procrastinate and to laze around and sleep through my alarm clock), I prayed, as I have done several times, “Lord, please wake me up early tomorrow so that I can spend time with you.” It’s always worked for me… so I thought I would make it a nightly prayer.

This morning my alarm went at half-past seven and I actually woke up. Usually I sleep through it until 9 or 10. But I opened my eyes, switched off the alarm clock, and thought I’d just roll over and lie there for another half-hour. Was almost falling asleep again when I was startled awake by this awful loud clanging and realised it was a fire drill. So I was forced to put on a jumper and go downstairs and hop around in the cold morning air which woke me up thoroughly.

After that I did go back and talk to Him. But part of me was pretty amused that He thought it would take a fire alarm to get me out of bed in the early morning.

So I started the day in a giggly mood and when I read that about the brain having the consistency of custard I just knew that it would be a quirky interesting delightful day today. What a peculiar, remarkable, funny world it is.

1E.O. Wilson: "On Human Nature" - my dissertation primary source