Perfect Soup

I am eating the perfect Chicken Noodle soup.

And it's not perfect because of taste or smell.

The temperature is perfect.

When I raise the spoon to my mouth, the soup steam fogs up my glasses. When I swallow the soup, it warms my throat. And hot enough, that I've broken out into a mild sweat.

I think I'm over my cold - but I have a cough. That's progress, as far as I'm concerned.

This is the only enjoyable thing about getting sick - is getting better. Posted September 28, 2003 11:39 AM| TrackBack