Matzoh Ball Soup to the Rescue

Being sick sucks.  Plain and simple.  It especially sucks when you have the never ending sickness from hell, and both your kids are sick too.  This evening I got a wonderful surprise that made it suck a little less.  I was getting the kids ready for bed, administering various medicines, and trying not to get sucked into the black hole in my head.  My neighbor called in the midst of the madness, and asked if I would like her to run me down some soup.  Although I am usually prone to wave away kind favors when I'm at my wits end, I recognized that would be stupid, and said yes, I would love some soup.  She arrived moments later with a piping hot container of Matzoh Ball Soup.  It smelled delicious, and a little like heaven.  I thanked her, and said goodnight.  Even though I already had dinner, I am taking my neighbor-doctor's advice, grabbing a big bowl of soup, and crawling in bed to watch a movie.  Mmmmmm.  It smells like a beautiful evening is ahead of me.