It's a dank and dismal November day outside. It's drizzling and the temperature is relatively mild.
I remember when days like this would have me running back to bed (if it were feasible) and trying to turn the day off.
"Soooooo depressing. No light. Endless merry-go-round. Bleh."
How many times do you hear that in Britain?!
But. I noticed that today is different. I am happy inside - for no particular reason. I have been singing to myself as I'm making a pattern to sew a tunic top.
What have I done differently? Nothing! I'm still doing the food the same way I've always done the food.
It's amazing how cumulative good food is.
