Today's been quiet in my household, but pleasant. Hubby made me a homemade rhubarb strudel apparently at 2 am last night, then bragged about it to his sister in a text. S-i-l told me on the phone this morning. It's one of only two desserts he's ever made. I'm usually the sole cook/baker.

The sun is shining, but we're inside being lazy. Wish it would rain already. It never rains here. All of the yellow pollen is everywhere. We had to hose down our white car.

This weekend we're going into Prague for a classical music concert. Today is the start of the "Prague Spring" music festival that is held each year, and is a famous one in Europe. I sort of wish we didn't have it, because I'd rather putz around home before our second big trip in June. A couple weeks from now there's yet another concert in Prague we're supposed to see. Luckily both times we can stay at a friend's apartment. The concert we see this weekend starts at 9 pm. Ugh! I'm usually already tired by that time. Unless I'm hypomanic or manic, I am not a night owl. Seroquel XR also makes late nights rare. And yet, if I take the Seroquel XR too late at night, it makes getting going in the morning harder. 7 pm is my usual evening meds time that works best.