Last night we had pleasant visits with my husband's childhood friend, her adult son, and his sister and youngest nephew. We sat on the terrace above our garage eating open-faced sandwiches and then dessert. A while after that, my husband built a fire in a fire pit where we roasted fat sausages. The sun was shining nicely during the daytime, but in the later evening there were stars shining brightly in the sky. My sister-in-law and the childhood friend got a bit drunk, while the friend's adult son drank about two liters of orange juice. We originally thought we would do something with them today, but instead they are heading back north. The friend's son wants to return to Germany, where he's from.

I confess that I ate too much chocolate cake. I hadn't had any for a very long time. I'll freeze the rest. We still have around eight open-faced sandwiches left. That's going to be lunch and dinner again. Our guests refused to take any with them. It's now 10:30 am and my husband is still sleeping and snoring. I'm not sure what to do today, other than the small amount of cleanup that's left. Today is a Czech holiday.