Well, Dr. Bear has got his scrubs. He is still waiting for his lab coat and stethoscope. (My sister is waiting to see me attach those teeny tiny buttons to the lab coat.) But until then, he felt no compunction about prescribing good old chicken soup. So, there is a big pot simmering on the stove. Later, I will make some knaidlach (that's matzoh balls to you non-jews) and my sister and I will have it for dinner.