It is again late and I am feeling chatty.  But since everyone in my house (“everyone” having dwindled down to just 3 people) except me is sleeping, I will have to tell my secrets to you.

Not secrets, really.  Just the thoughts rumbling along the back roads of my tired mind.  Thoughts like, I wonder why my chicken noodle soup looks like vomit.  I only cooked it for 3 hours, then stuck it in the freezer, thawed it 4 days later, and cooked it (boiled it, actually) for a couple of hours while I watched a movie, forgetting about it entirely as I sat staring zombie-eyed at the Odessa Files.  Good movie, by the way. But not good for my soup, simmering there unattended for a bit too long.  I discovered, however, that you cannot ruin chicken noodle soup.  It may have looked disintegrated, but it tasted fabulous.  Especially when you’re sick and not feeling like eating anything too sophisticated.  Just needed a couple shakes each of salt and pepper, and it was delish.  I actually ate two whole bowls of it.  I just tried not to look at it.

Another thought:  When sick in bed, the best sound in the world is the laughter of 4 teen-age girls giggling over peanut butter sandwiches.  Hearing one of my daughters friends ask, “Do you have any milk?”; my daughter answering in the affirmative, then a loud, “Expiration date February 17?!  Uh, never mind!”  Finding out later that they DID find the unexpired milk without any help from yours truly, and loving the fact that my daughter has such good friends.

World-shaking thoughts like these vie for expression, and if not deliberately set free will find some other way to trickle out at unexpected moments.  I think I need to spend more time with my women friends, just talking and getting those random, mundane, profound, brain-fart thoughts out of the way so I have room for the really important stuff, like why do we have 8 freezers FULL of cookies but no candy in this house?!