I came down with the flu over the weekend. My mom dropped by with a care package: oranges, veggie soup, and 3 P. G. Wodehouse novels.
“Oh, I’ve nothing against her, except that she’s a hard, arrogant, vindictive, domineering harridan, if harridan’s the word I want. And now I simply must rush.”
I wasn’t up to reading for a few days, but now I am, and Wodehouse simply sparkles. Well done, Mom.