After a great start to the weekend, I drove Julie home on Saturday morning, never to see her again all weekend. She was accosted in her home on Saturday. No knock at the door as one would expect, but a more subtle entrance. The Flu bug knows many ways to infiltrate our bodies. Julie was the victim of the screaming thundering stomach flu, a variety that only attacks the innocent and unsuspecting, taking away their independence, control and dignity. It isn't as though she has any room to go without eating, but that's what she did all weekend, possibly shedding away needed pounds and tone. Being the caring type, I offered to bring over the ingredients for meatloaf, one of her favorites. All she had to do was cook it, serve it and clean up afterwards. She declined mentioning that soup and crackers is all she wants. Poor, poor Julie!
So I am left to my own devices again, hmm... Soup and crackers sounds pretty good!
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