Roasted Tomato Basil Soup

I can sense myself running out of steam, ambition, drive, whatever it's called. Have you noticed it the last few days? Have you noticed how I did not write on this blog yesterday? Probably not. I'm not going to flatter myself by thinking that you're tracking every move I make on this space.

But I do want to acknowledge that I've now missed two days of blog posting. And this is in the middle of my drive to never stop blogging until the end of September. Never stop, never miss a day-- that was my goal. And though I'm imperfect, in so many ways far more serious that an inability to stick to writing on my little blog everyday, I'm going to keep trying.

I'm going to keep trying to blog everyday. And I'm going to try not to emotionalize or overanalyze, while definitely trying to exercise. I'm going to do lots of those kind of -ize, -yze, -ise things. I'd like to be better in so many ways. Like everyone, I want to say the right things at the right time and never the wrong things when there is so obviously a right thing to say. And sometimes I say the right thing at the wrong time, which can be the most serious of all the wrecks above.

And anyway, I know this philosophical rambling of faults, flaws, failings, and lofty goals is getting awfully boring. So I'll leave you with roasted tomato basil soup from garden tomatoes, because garden tomatoes cure all ailments, especially when they're roasted. (And also, that's what we had for dinner last night, and I took pictures.)