I’m having a behind day. There’s just something wrong about that on a Sunday. But there you have it; I’m having a behind day.

Probably because I just spent eleventy hours in church.

I’m having such a behind day that I flew in the door to yank off the stockings and sassy ankle boots and grabbed sweats off the bedroom floor. There is laundry creeping out of the bathroom, and it was the best I could do. Sh! Don’t look. Don’t tell.

I’m having such a behind day that it’s 1400 hours, and I’m just throwing together some lunch.

I need comfort.

Comfort food.

This is my comfort food ~

Grilled cheese and tomato soup. It’s always been my comfort food. It works for a behind day, a cranky day — they might go together — a sick day, a Mama Weather is stomping all over our trench day, and…

What’s your comfort food?

Elen