I've had the flu the past few days, no complications, just your run of the mill, make you feel like crap kind of flu.
My friend Mary Lou, (of sheep shearing in the kitchen fame) just happened to call today, and could tell from my voice that I was sick. She said that she had just started a big pot of chicken soup, and would bring some over for Mom and I, don't make supper!
She arrived tonight with the whole pot of soup. She also brought several bags of groceries, including a roast, ham steak, milk, apple juice, tp, lavender soap, chamomile tea, butter, a big basket of fruit, a tin of Christmas cookies, brownie mix, just add water soup mixes, bread, cough drops, a hot watter bottle, a cough syrup her family swears by that doesn't knock you out (since I can't risk not hearing Mom get up at night) and, to top it all off, an incredibly soft, cuddly throw.
We might be in for a storm this weekend depending on how it tracks, so she didn't want me to have to go out. I am the luckiest person in the world to have such friends.
It may be icy outside, but it sure is warm in my heart.