I got home tonight after being on campus all day. It was so nice to put my books away and put on some sweats. I found a can of tomato garden soup, got a piece of hard bread and climbed into my warm bed. I don't usually eat in my room, especially in my bed, but tonight I made an exception.
Eating soup in a comfy place while reading a book is one of those things that make winter worthwhile. It's like wearing scarves and mittens during a snow "sprinkle". The only thing that would have made the evening just a little bit better would have been homemade soup.