My husband and I will be leaving his friend's house tomorrow and staying at a local hotel. I'm looking forward to that so that I can finally exhale and do some self-care. The place is a suite room with a little kitchen. That's a huge relief, too. It is our intention to hopefully leave the US in perhaps five to seven days, or so. We'll see.

My poor, poor hubby. Tonight his friend's wife cooked a dinner for us. She made something separate for Hubby (who has a garlic allergy and hates broccoli), but for the rest she made basically garlic with some tofu and garlic with some broccoli. I put garlic before the other two ingredients because that's about the way it was. It's amazing how sensitive you can become to certain potent ingredients when you virtually never have them. As Frank Zappa would say, "There was enough garlic aroma that could level Tacoma." Even I was overwhelmed by it. Hubby's meal was unflavored cooked spinach with unflavored fried tofu, and plain rice. They did offer soy sauce, which was a good thing. I confess that I'm a food snob. Feel free to throw garlic at me. In any case, they were extremely kind to host us these couple days. I guess I'm just yearning so much for my own home again.