The best thing that happened to me today was the chicken noodle soup I had tonight. Never did soup feel so good going down. I spent most of the day without an appetite, for two reasons: my own health, and Mom’s. She is better tonight, and that helps me feel better, but I still feel as if I’m drowning from the inside out. Why did someone stuff my head full of glue?

Suzanne took Mom on an unexpected trip to the emergency room today, but all they did was give her some pills and send her home. Her blood pressure was up, but now it’s down. It didn’t go down until she got out of that hospital, though. If high blood pressure is stress-related, an emergency room apparently isn’t the place to be.

The Boss was particularly demanding today. That’s my excuse for not rushing off to the hospital, but to be honest, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t wanted there. The Boss asked me this morning if I thought I could find time to do some cost reports he needs to help him get the refinancing deal to go forward.

To me that meant “make time,” so I did. I worked on it all day, and a couple of hours after I proudly faxed the reports off to him, I got a message back that said he’d decided to hold off for a few weeks. (Probably the reports didn’t look as favorable as he’d hoped they would.) So there was a day shot to bloody shards for no good reason.

The soup was canned, but it was low-sodium and non-fat, so I don’t feel too bad about eating it tonight. It’s definitely the only thing that went down my sore throat well at all today. I’m just glad I had it in the cupboard, because it’s not something I always remember to stock up on. (That reminds me. I’d better put it on the list, for the next time I go to the store. Which, the way I’m feeling, might not be for a while.)

At least I’m not the only one suffering. (And if you saw my suddenly overgrown yard, you’d understand even better.)