I arrived home from work last night and collapsed in my Lazy Boy. I was so tired and it had been my longest day at work yet. 12 deliveries was a record amount for me. Soon, there was a knock on my door. It was Charlie.
"Meals on wheels!" he exclaimed as I opened the door.
Charlie's wife had cooked a pot roast, potatoes, carrots, green beans, and cornbread. I was so hungry for a home cooked meal and was overjoyed.
"Tell your wife she is a saint!" I exclaimed back.
Charlie gave me my medications and I immediately started to feel better. I had struggled all day yesterday. My anxieties and worries melted away. I soon crawled into the bed watching TV for a few hours. I actually managed to watch Court TV last night instead of cartoons. I am getting better slowly, but surely.