I'm home in bed sick. I want the window open because of the weather, but some people seem to think they can have a tailgate party in their parking lot. The music they're playing is horrible! Some the women also occasionally scream/squeal for no good reason. I wish they'd go elsewhere.

I am cook of the household. If I'm too sick to cook, my husband won't. He just said "I'll eat bread and butter." And he likely will. Kind of a Czech thing. But I get nothing. If I do get up and finally cook something for myself he'll appear. I guess I have to make something quick he won't eat, like a peanut butter and preserves sandwich.