Yesterday I'd hoped to take it easy, at least physically, but predictably that didn't happen. Maybe today, at least a bit. I'm bruised and my back always hurts by the end of the day, but the urge to keep going with the unpacking is so strong, as the more we do, the closer to feeling at home we get.

I bought the Easter bread from a store that I usually make homemade. The only thing I'll actually make for the holiday are pickled eggs and beets. I may make deviled eggs out of the eggs. I haven't had these since my late mother made them, perhaps 20 years ago. I don't have her recipe, but found one online that I think is about the same. Easter dinners are not as big of deals in Czech Republic as they are in the US, or at least were in my family. They have cute traditions here that are practiced, though. My sister-in-law invited us for a nice lunch on Saturday. Hubby and I will be solo on Sunday, though I have a nice dinner planned. I may bake a beránek (a cake in the shape of a lamb) or maybe not. I'm still figuring out my new oven and have never baked one in its special ceramic form. First time things don't always work out perfectly. My sister-in-law gave me the form as a Christmas gift last year.

My brother's situation is dire. My sister and I are frightened and utterly sad. I'll leave this topic at that.