I’m on Day 12 of a nasty virus, which means I’ve been missing out on things right and left: my Spanish class; square dancing; a production of All My Sons starring Jimmy Smits; my book group, women’s group, and daily walks that keep me sane; No Kings Day; and plans for a more substantive blog post for March. I’ve barely made it up off the couch, and have had zero appetite.

Except for matzo ball soup. Two friends with troubles of their own swung into gear as soon as they heard I was ailing, and delivered big batches of the homemade golden elixir right away. It’s been delicious and restorative, good for the soul.

As is the kindness of friendship.