My friend Cynthia is in the hospital tonight.

Long story which I won’t share as I want to protect her privacy. But she’s not critical, not in ICU…just in definite need of help. So I’ll leave it at that.

So while her hubby raced her to the doctor, I helped out around the house.

Her boys & I did laundry, cleaned house…all the little things that make a big difference when you come back home.

I personally hate returning from a trip – good, bad or ugly - to a dirty house. It somehow deflates the whole experience of coming home.

When she does get home she’ll be profusely apologizing for the state of her house, embarrassed that I saw their dirty laundry – literally, but it won’t matter.

There’s nothing she can do about it. So there!

[ppfffffttthhhh]

It’s done.

It was just my time to help her.

Earlier this year with all my headache nightmares she did my dishes, swept my floor, took me to the TMC & convinced me to try & see a Neurologist.

Get well soon, Chica.