Luck has it that my trip to the Ministry of the Interior worked out well. I have a temporary residence permit. They make it look super official by some fancy stamps and a photo added to one of my passport pages.

I can't wait until the handymen are done and gone. I want my house to myself, finally. Tomorrow the movers return to unpack our stuff and take the boxes and wrapping materials away. I have no idea what to expect. I mean, are THEY going to choose where my stuff goes or unwrap it and leave it strewn on the floor? Some stuff needs to be washed.

The stress and chaos has affected my gastrointestinal system. I guess it's better that than also mood instability.

We got a brand new refrigerator today. It's much bigger than the lousy one the landlady provided. Hubby and I were cleaning it. Earlier in the day I asked Hubby how long it would be before we break one of the drawers. Well, it was only less than six hours. Hubby precariously placed a drawer on the counter. I turned around and my arm swiped it onto the tile floor and a bit broke off from it. Unlike usual, Hubby accepted some responsibility. I tell him all of the time not to put things in paths where I could trip, etc. He used to always say "Be more careful!" but if I could, the crap wouldn't happen anymore. It does.