The play went very well but ran longer than we expected. We didn't eat before, so Emma and I headed to Gypsy's Shiny Diner to get something quick so we could sleep. It's been one of our mother-daughter places since she was little enough to dance in the aisle along to tunes from the vintage jukebox.
I had what they called Tomato Tortellini-- but it had no tortellini in it. It was tomato soup with basil and shell pasta. And it tasted so good. I think I've now passed over from getting tired of soup to actually NEEDING soup to feel good.
Wait. Is that the definition of an addiction?
I'll think about that tomorrow. Now that there's warm soup in my belly, I can barely keep my eyes open. I paid $2.69 for this cup of soup. 3 spoons for comfort and 2 for nutrition. Sleep tight.