I'm in bed with a sore back and it's only 6:30 pm, my time. Hubby did give me an arnica cream rub, but I had to ask for it. I'd hoped after groaning and complaining about my sore back that he'd volunteer, but nope. Anyway, I'm glad to have time to myself. Hubby is serving up dinner for our two handymen that have been staying with us. I made a HUGE pot of Czech potato soup. It took me a long time since it was a double recipe and involved several vegetables I needed to peel and chop. I hope they like it. Hubby will also reheat some takeout dinner we bought for them yesterday. Basically pork cutlets in mushroom cream sauce with mashed potatoes. They came with French fries, too, but I told Hubby to skip them. Plus, one of the handymen swiped my new roasting pan, for some reason. I'm sure he'll return it, but I was looking for it everywhere yesterday. We found it in the room he's sleeping in filled with a huge bag of cheap cigarettes. That roasting pan is the closest I have to cookie sheet, until our stuff finally arrives. Why his bag of cigarettes needs such such a "bed" is beyond me. I told Hubby that if it does disappear for good, we should let it go and buy a new one, after they leave.

Speaking of our stuff, it might arrive this Friday. I hope, hope, hope. It seems that the shipping company people might be giving us a hard time about the payment. Long story short, I think they are mafioso types. That's not at all unusual for certain industries on the east coast. I think our old homeowner's association management company were mafioso-types. Always trying to cheat you out of money or not pay you when you're supposed to be. The problem is is that they "get you". They sometimes threaten fines or make your life miserable in other ways. In the end, it is often best to just give them what they want and run far far away.