I feel like a caged animal. If I didn't have the injured ankle, I would have long since been up doing things. Also, I wish I could go to the urgent care NOW, but Hubby is dictating when he'll take me. Victim of his slowpockery and procrastination. If I could drive myself, I would, but I can't. Not even in our new automatic transmission car. My old one was manual. I tell you, my loss of some freedoms has been getting on my nerves. It's not just because of the house preparations, but also the pandemic. I am sure that initially people enjoyed more family time, but I think some have had enough.

I sent my hubby the one and only inquiry from Craigslist in response to his books in the Czech language. The inquirer asked for a response asap. I responded saying that I would pass it to my husband. I have bugged Hubby to respond, but right now he's probably sitting on the toilet with his cell phone reading about the mating season of the great horned owl, and hasn't yet responded to the guy.