Soup for breakfast
Dec. 1st, 2025 01:37 pmMonday. Sunny, windy -- let's just agree to call it cold.
Breakfast was leftover tom-yum soup from lunch the other day. I think I have the name right. Lately, I've been trying to order one thing I've never had before, so instead of egg drop or wonton, I got this other soup. It's sweet and sour, with chicken and veggies, garnished with peanuts. Makes a good breakfast on a cold morning.
Lunch was the last of the (unfrozen) Thanksgiving chicken with gravy and dressing. There's a little bit of dressing left. It's in no danger of getting wasted.
Trash and recycling is in the garage, meditating on its journey to the curb. Which may be delayed until next week, depending on when the storm starts tomorrow, and if the weatherbeans remain adamant in their 6-9-inch predictions. I don't have to be anyplace until Wednesday morning, and I have plenty of milk for hot chocolate, not to say stuff to keep me occupied, so, yanno, I'll be fine.
Finished watching Maigret last night (I had been going to finish the night before, but it was (sadly) clear to me how this was going to have to go down and I wasn't up for Maigret finding out exactly what his roll of the dice had bought him.) Still, all's well that ended well, though I fear for Louise and Jules as a couple.
As a writer, I do need to have a Word with Maigret's writers. Guys? You don't give a character a Defining Quirk, like, for instance HE DOESN'T DRIVE, and then, when that Quirk becomes inconvenient, suddenly! he DOES drive. Points off, writers. Do better going forward.
My to-do list says I have some phone calls and banking stuff to deal with, but what does it know? I'm gonna go play with glass for an hour, because I am reputedly An Adult. Also, having sat with the manuscript for four hours this morning, I need to think. Actually, I need to talk to Steve, but since that's a non-starter, thinking it is, and so the glass.
How's everybody this afternoon? Weather good? Whatcha watchin?
The Long Back Yard at 6:30 this morning:






