Tonight I was dead tired.
It was late when I left work. I stopped by Sonic to pick up a slush for Mom on the way to the rehab center, then drove through rush hour traffic forty-five minutes there.
Suffice it to say the slush sloshed a bit by the time I got there.
I spent a little over an hour with Mom, then headed out to the grocery store to buy the fixings for chili. It was going to be another late-night supper for us. And I was dreading the cooking aspect of the whole thing. Big time. The LAST thing I want to do on days like this is to cook, especially this late at night.
I left the store about 7:40 p.m., got home, carried the groceries in and set them on the counter. I sat down at the computer, updated a couple of things, then heard the recorder going off.
There was a message from a wonderful woman at church. She told me dinner was on the front porch. Taco soup, enough for an army!
I went. I looked. I saw. And we ate. And I didn't have to cook. And it was delicious!
Thank you, Francine. Thank you, North Heartland family. I love you all!