Suppertime, and the livin' is easy...

Sunday night, and I have a big pot of vegetable soup going on the stove.  I can make it in my sleep, and it feels so good to eat it - like a big bowl of healthy.

I feel the same way about gazpacho, but it's been raining and blah all day, so I thought it wasn't exactly a gazpacho kind of night.

My weekend has been pretty basic - a little grocery shopping, a pedicure. Indian food date with Matt yesterday, and a brunch date with a friend this morning.

And a little sleep.  And a trip to the Y.

Tonight I pack, because tomorrow - back in the saddle again - I'm on the road two weeks in a row.

Beyond that, I don't really know.  We're barreling toward fall, and that kind of great, if you want my opinion.  And even if you don't.

That's all I've got.  I'm what you might call boring.