Next door neighbors

Tonight I'm especially grateful for my next door neighbor (the non-smoking one) who is generous enough to cook me dinner when I am feeling so very low. Some thoughtless germ has invaded my poor body -- as if I haven't already had enough after falling on the pavement -- and I am just scraping my way through this day. I was so looking forward to seeing my former and current bishops (otherwise known, in Iowa, as Numbers 8 and 9) today, but they've been hidden away in meetings in Seabury Lounge. Tomorrow we'll connect, I'm sure, but by then (judging from my raw throat) I do not know if I will even have a speaking voice. Oh, pitiful little crushed grape I am!