I am making zee pumpkin soup! (That was me speaking in German. Notice the 'zee'?) I do this by putting in pumpkins and some other things. That is my family recipe, handed down for generations and generations. (Meaning: Dad, this one time I went to visit and he was throwing stuff in a pot. I don't cook.)
Today is cold and I blame the southern hemisphere and the movements of the earth. It sucks.
What doesn't suck is Styx, who I've been listening to a lot recently. (And, admittedly, bopping around a wee bit to Renegade late at night.)