Hubby and I are tired after a busy day. After breakfast, we drove to a forest known for having lots of wild mushrooms. Indeed, where we went there were many. Hubby has a pretty good idea which ones are OK and which are not to be eaten, but we will still double check using a mushroom picking book I bought him. As mushroom picking is VERY popular in central Europe, the hospitals are used to having poisoned people show up, this time of year. I hope that won't be Hubby or me!

We then ran some errands after the above. The equivalent of a Home Depot and a hypermarket grocery store. I was going to make beef goulash today, but it's already almost 7 pm and I don't have it in me. We bought ready made meals knowing that. I'm now kicking back on the sofa.

For some reason the bottom of my left foot (mostly the heel) has been hurting off and on. Especially after lying down for a while. It's a real mystery. And of course since I've been complaining about it, Hubby suddenly has something similar. Perhaps, but then again he is the type that can't be "left out" when there is a physical gripe.