My husband's best friend visited us last night. He lives in the US (same city we lived in), but comes to Czech Republic often for business. He is the friend that had horrible covid that showed itself in the form of psychosis and terrible digestive issues. He's been fully recovered for a while, but from things he's said he does suffer some level of mild trauma from the experience. He's too proud to say so directly. Only indirectly. In any case, he seemed to love the meal I made. We did, too. I had never seen him eat so much.

The roads are fully clear, but it still looks like a winter wonderland outside.

Next week will be a bit stressful for me. I don't like when I have appointments too many days in a row. The gynecologist, my psychiatrist, and then a major hair day at the salon. The salon has always been stressful for me, but my hair is looking rather shaggy. The stylist speaks almost no English, and since I don't speak sufficient Czech, I sit there quiet for what seems like hours. Actually, it takes a couple hours. I need grays colored, I'll get some additional light highlights, and a haircut. Even the cut is time-consuming as I have layers and a huge mop of curly hair.

I think the extra carbamazepine (Tegretol) my pdoc prescribed has been helpful.