Sniffle, sniffle, hack

I valiantly dragged myself in to work today, but after putting together the most urgently needed data I told my boss I was going home sick and not to expect me tomorrow either. It's just an ordinary head/throat cold, but what's the point of having a job with sick leave if you don't use it when you're sick? (I've actually taken very few sick leave days since I took this job. Just haven't gotten sick that much.) So now I'm ensconced in the comfy chair in front of the tv with a pot of tea with lemon at my side trying to be good and actually rest rather than getting up and getting stuff done. But this is an excellent time to expound upon Soups. When the wind gets chill and damp, I start yearning to make scratch soups. The sort where you start with a pile of soup bones or a chicken carcass or the like and go on from there. ( Here are a few of my favorites. )