And then I got all these messages from my readers–you lifted me up more than I can say. Thank you.
Our kids called or messaged home, as did various other family members. You know that did me much good.
And today my friend Kathryn emailed and asked what she could do. Could she, say, doorbell-ditch some ice cream for me?
And I, Haagen-Daz right in front of me, had to tell her, Sorry, Richard scooped you.
Marguerite called and refused to be brushed off. I told her Richard was working from home, keeping close tabs on me.
No, but what do you crave? I need to *do* something!
Honestly? I’d love one of those little (I was thinking 8 oz) bottles of mango juice from Trader Joe’s. But it’s not worth the trip just for that one little thing, don’t feel you have to.
She showed up on my doorstep with a quart of it and flowers.
I have so many good people around me buoying me up–we both do–both in person and by phone and online. I feel well taken care of and very very fortunate on all counts.
My first dinner since Monday stayed down. It was small, but, hey, and the ice cream did too.
And I’m a lot closer to feeling like this.