We arrived back in our home area last night and staying with friends. Hubby and I want to go to a hotel that has a small kitchenette. His friend's wife is going to go through a procedure of sorts in a couple days, and we wouldn't dare accept to stay then, despite them offering for us to. I'd want privacy after such a thing. Plus, frankly, I would like to have more independence than be a guest.

His friend said that his wife is going to make tofu with broccoli for dinner. I happen to like both a lot, but hubby hates both. A lot! Hubby said nothing, but I saw his eyes look panicked. Again, another reason for us to rather rent a hotel suite.

I really wish we could just book the plane tickets and start preparations for departure.