comforting.

I learned tonight that I love homemade chicken noodle soup. I recommend you finding somebody that loves you enough to make it for you.

It was like eating a bowl of cozy.

I'm now curled up on the sofa, under a homemade quilt (thank you grandma), nursing a mug of tea. It's like a whole night of the cozy. I'm a lucky lady.

I used to have a serious habit of night time tea drinking. (it replaced a less-healthier habit). I like this habit. (It's much cheaper and less-lung-killing than the last one.) I've missed this tea thing. For now I'm hooked on this delicious sleepytime vanilla flavor, but one day if I'm fancy I'd like to try this fancy Martha idea. I have the fancy french press -- I just need to the herbs and such to stick in there.

Right now, based on the contents of my pantry, I'd come up with day old celery and bbq potato chip tea and that's just, well, not cozy. or fancy.