So it’s raining again.

I didn’t do a whole lot today. That’s fine; it’s OK, but yeah, I still feel kinda guilty.

I just couldn’t settle into reading. That always happens when I finish one book, then pick up another—already in progress. Finding my way back in doesn’t happen automatically.

But I made soup with the leftover roasted broccoli and limp spinach, as well as a Parmesan rind from the freezer.

So that’s one thing I did today.