beef and barley on a productive day

I moved my office into the garage one week ago, and I have been out here night and day, busily assembling my second collection of poetry, working title, 50%.  It's cold in the morning and cold again at night, but today, when lunch rolled around, I was fortunate enough to slip inside for some leftover beef 'n barley soup.  I heated it up and slurped it down.  That was around three in the afternoon.  It's now one minute before seven and I'm out the (garage) door to drop off a collage at 14 Walnut, a house in the neighborhood where, on October 23rd, a group art show will take place.  I don't know any of the other people participating in the show—I barely even know the hostess—but it's hard to turn down an invitation to a party.  Anyway, I've been adding roux to all my soups lately.  It makes them delicious and fatty.  Perfect for cold nights in the garage, slogging away at my second book of poems.