Something Inarticulate

I'm a bit of a zombie these days searching frantically for recipes for carrot soup as the boy has taken a sudden interest in it and considering making some Dublin Coddle for dinner. I have all this left over ham so what's a gal to do? But that is about as far as my brain can go at the moment. I suppose I keep thinking about how good Coddle is with beer. Mmmmm, beer.

I suppose life is just a collection of irons in the fire. At least, that is what is has always been for me. I keep waiting for the moment when I've cleared out my to do list to take a mental rest. Apparently, the secret is taking a mental rest anyway.

Ugh.