I bet the sun shining
has something to do with my mood but what else? I like to figure the recipe
out, when I feel good, in case it can be duplicated. However, I’m afraid moods
are like my soups, which evolve as recipients of leftovers added, ends of two soups
mixed together and there is no real recipe.
Speaking of soups, I
have the duck carcass in the soup pot. It will be ready by lunch,
with leftovers for tomorrow guaranteed. Perhaps the soup is the secret. I’m becalmed by onions,
tomatoes, celery. Perhaps this is today’s recipe
for happiness.
