Hubby is in a meeting upstairs on zoom and the plumber is downstairs. I feel a bit ill. Nauseus and hungry. I am eating a pear as I have not eaten yet today. I just had milky coffees. My parents got their print 'book' of family fiction. Dad loves the title in French : Le ruisseau de ma vie: mes ancêtres. He reread all the stories before going to bed. :) I better translate the last book project of 34 pages- the travels. I am so unmotivated for that work, that translation. I dont find the travel stories as interesting as the family fiction. Alright: i'll finish translating one story today, the one I started yesterday: The India and nuns one.