I couldn't get to sleep until after 2 am, but woke up before 7 am, as usual. I asked Hubby to put on breakfast, which he kindly did.

I looked at the ceiling and wall in the newly repainted room, in the morning light. I still see one faint bit of evidence of the water damage, but otherwise it looks good. I just have to accept it won't look perfect. Ditto on a spot in our bedroom from almost two years ago. I think to totally get rid of them we'd need to replace the ceiling drywall, which isn’t happening. Boo, boo, boo that that happened!

A particular friend of Hubby (a female friend) sort of invited herself over today. She's nice, but I am not that fond of her. It has nothing to do with her being a female, just her having certain personality traits that make it difficult for me to enjoy her company. I think it goes the other way, too. In the past "normal world", I would convince Hubby to just meet her at a restaurant alone, without me. But instead, I am preparing a dinner for the three of us. It was hard to refuse. Her mother recently died, plus with us moving abroad in the near future, we'll need to have quasi "farewell" get togethers with people. I may buy some manicotti from a local restaurant and try to pass it off as my own creation by transferring them into my dish, adding more sauce and herb garnish. I would usually never do that, but these are hectic times. I did that a few months back with my sister, but Hubby inadvertently gave away my secret. I told him not to this time. I also told him that he'll do the dishes, which he usually does in such cases. We will obviously host friends and family at our upcoming home in Czech Republic, but I sort of hope it is never her. However, she is Hubby's friend. I will do so, graciously, if it comes to that. You can't always be friends with a spouse's friend.