I did my fitness walk late at night after my husband got home.
I didn't manage to buy more milk. Before my father came to live with us, one 2 liter container generally covered per week, unless we had guests. Now, every couple of weeks I have to buy an additional 2 liters, and this week is one of those. But I couldn't get out to the store yesterday. And my husband didn't have a chance to buy some in Jerusalem.
I figured that I could always call the store and ask the manager to ask a neighbor to bring some up. First I asked my husband to ask around on his way out to work. Before I managed to call the store, my cellphone rang:
"Your milk's on the way. Can you come out and get it from my car?"
"I'm not dressed for that."
"So, I'll deliver to the door."
And that's what a neighbor did. Thank G-d for good neighbors.