I feel funny.

My stomach is kind of flip-floppy, and my throat is a little goopy (sorry), and the whole world smells sort of yellow. (Do you ever get that? Where the best way to describe a non-visual sensation somehow works out to be via a color?) I don’t want to be sick! But I’ve been feeling like this in a very fringe-of-my-awareness sort of way, on and off, for about a week now. I’ll feel like it for about half a day, be back to normal and think I’ve beaten it off, and it’ll return a few days later. It’s an ongoing battle inside me, I guess. Last night was the worst it’s been, though, and it’s still with me.

Soup, then.

Confession: I can’t ever just add the amount of garlic that a recipe recommends. If it says “two cloves,” you can bet there’s at least three or four in there. You ever come to my house to eat, and I’m cooking, and you don’t like garlic? Better let me know ahead of time.

In other news, it was all rainy this morning, and I liked it, because it suited my mood at the moment: tired, slow, a little pensive. Now the sun’s out, and the kids are celebrating, because that suits their moods, which makes me feel all irritated. Bring back my clouds! I want the sound of raindrops hitting the porch and roof! I want a cool, damp breeze blowing in my screen, wafting the smells of onion and garlic around me. I think…I want fall.