I have been sick for five days. As I wrote before I am musing over friendships. My friend, Julie, has called me at least once every day to check in on me, offering to help me in any way she can. One day she arrived, kids in tow, and they did all of my animal chores. Today Julie is making dinner for my family. She won’t hear of my protests. She is a friend in the truest sense of the word. Julie can see me not showered, coughing up a lung, feeling like a baby, and still make me smile by her warmth and love. That is friendship.