Last night, I was up and down most of the night, and when I finally fell asleep and think it was a pretty sound sleep my phone rang at 6:10 am and, on the screen "SCAM LIKELY." I stopped the ringing and, thankfully, conked out immediately, but 10 minutes later, "SCAM...." again. I would power down my phone, but my daughters would be frightened if I didn't pick up and they'd drop whatever they're doing and rush to my house. Finally, later, I took a nap.
Friends are wonderful, but sometimes....LOL
About 5:00 yesterday afternoon, a very close friend phoned and said he had some soup for me. "Is it okay if I bring it over, now?" I said, "Sure." His reply, "Good, I'm in your driveway." I hobbled to the front door, where he was masked, bag in hand with the soup in a tupperware-like container. He handed it to me, wished me a speedy recovery and left.
The bag felt peculiarly cold. The soup was some sort of barley concoction that was frozen solid as rock. I know his wife to be an excellent cook. I was able to drop the block of frozen soup into a Pyrex container and heat it in the microwave. As soon as I tasted it, I had to laugh. Someone must have brought it to their house for a potluck dinner. It was watery and tasteless. I added some powdered chicken bouillon and instant oatmeal and popped it back into the microwave. It came out as a tasty porridge. My friend phoned me this morning. "Was the soup okay? Phyllis was not happy that I brought it to you. She didn't make it and was debating whether to pitch it." I told him that it was very good.