I am making soup.
I am making soup because I am a little sick. I slept ten hours last night. Ten hours! I probably would have slept longer than that if Jack hadn't gotten worried and come in to check on me. Mr. Moon said he had been worried and was about to come check on me but Jack actually did it. I think I must have picked up something from one of the boys. August had a little cold and I guess that's it. I'm achy and slightly congested and so, so tired. About all I did today that required any effort was to make the bed and then make the soup.
This should be an interesting soup. I simmered some of last night's roast chicken and then added a few carrots and potatoes that I'd roasted with it, an onion, a lot of garlic, some chopped broccoli, cauliflower, and more carrots, a few collard and mustard greens, and a little bit of left-over stewed tomatoes. And peppers. It is seasoned with bouillon and salt and pepper and red pepper flakes and Sazón, which is a Mexican seasoning.
As I made it in one of my smaller pots, I am quite proud that I have restrained myself from making my usual vat of soup. I am not afraid of leftover leftover leftovers but that is taking it a bit far, I suppose.
I finished watching Mrs. Harris Goes To Paris while I was sitting on the couch and then started watching the new film on Netflix, Nyad.
Diana Nyad is one of my heroes. I wrote a blog post about her ten years ago when she did her Cuba to Key West swim. You can read that HERE if you want. Her achievement at the age of sixty-four blew me away and moved me deeply. I'll never forget watching the footage of her finishing that swim.
Warning: The theme song is a dangerous earworm. It just is.