Oh my my my, what a sad and rainy day it is today.
Zac is sick with his first ever cold, and I've spent the morning frumping around the house feeling sorry for myself for no particularly good reason. It's just that kind of day.
I always find my first week back in the north to be a little challenging. To go from the bright city lights and constant stimulation, to this
boring quiet remoteness is always a bit of a shock to the system. And it always seems to rain that entire first week back.
But.... when I finally get sick of all my 'woe-is-me'ing, I pick myself up off the floor, turn off the sad tunes, and make a big pot of soup.
Specifically, this soup.
It's the best soup in the whole world.
And it always lifts my spirit.
A good soup should do that.