I had one of those days yesterday. It started out well enough mid-morning when I picked the remaining Roma tomatoes on our plants and made them into a soup base. The house smelled divine and so I let it simmer while I worked on some paintings in the basement. The art was moving along, but it seemed I kept working myself into corners and nothing was coming together. One of them actually began to fall apart as a layer of paper underneath became so wet that it started falling apart under my brush. So I went upstairs to work on the soup, at which point I added too much macaroni to the minestrone and it turned into a casserole (mushy enough for a nursing home, said my husband).
Mushy casserole soup, disjointed paintings. I'll try again tomorrow.
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