My husband called me from Prague. He said that he "can't take his friend anymore, and that he's coming home tonight". I am not exactly sure what that means, but obviously the friend was hard to deal with. Under normal circumstances the friend can be a pain in the butt, but I don't know if there's some psychosis still present, or...what. He'll tell me either late tonight or tomorrow morning. It's a 2-hour drive home. That would make it after 10:30 pm before he arrives. He said he might stop at a rest stop to sleep, if necessary. I don't even think he ate dinner. At least I packed a car snack package for him. Good grief!


I think he had a nice time with his sister and nephew, in the morning and early afternoon. He sent me a photo of a pile of wild strawberries in his hand, that they picked from s-i-l's property.