When I got home tonight I was totally exhausted, with a computer-induced headache and a wild look in my eye. But I knew something good was a-comin', and it wasn't the Wells Fargo Wagon.
It was this:
(Do other people take pictures of food?)
I try hard to stay apolitical, as well as areligious (is that a word?) on this blog, because at work I play a journalist, and I kind of take that seriously. But I gotta tell you: I belong to this church that just blows my mind. If they hear you are sick? Or in the hospital? It doesn't matter that you are now 12 days post-op and back at work, you are getting dinner delivered to you. So I came home to lovely cajun catfish, rice, green beans, and a yogurt parfait for dessert! All homemade by some lovely volunteer.
It's been a steady stream of cards and well wishes by phone and e-mail. And while in the hospital, flowers delivered to me by a most charming and dashing elderly priest, who left me this note:
Jeanne [NOTE CORRECT SPELLING!],Um yum! Make me dinner and I'm all yours.
I thought you would be having a glass of wine by now. Hope everything goes well.
Bring me flowers and watch out.
I am one lucky girl.