Since moving into our new home, we've had intermittent problems with ants. We thought we finally got rid of them, but when I opened the dishwasher this morning to load more dirty dishes, there was a major infestation inside. Most were on a particular plastic cutting board that I had cut raw chicken breasts on. Normally we're good at getting dishes loaded, washed, and unloaded, but we slacked off last night. I guess the buggers like raw chicken. I told Hubby we need to be more vigilant about taking care of the dishes.

My dad finally called my husband's old US cell phone number, which we've made into a virtual number. It took several reminders for him to remember he can reach us using it. It was one of the nicer chats we've had for a long time. He's always quick to want to cut calls short, but I managed for that one to last a good 15 mins. I soon after emailed my sister who said she had a similar one with him yesterday. I guess his depression is easing. He even sort of said as much. His assisted living facility has eased up on covid rules since all present there have had vaccinations, and covid numbers are down in the area. My sister even visited him INSIDE the facility in the cafeteria a few days ago. They can now eat meals together in the cafeteria. This is surely a mood booster for him!