I am at last well rested. After two nights of a mere 6-7 hours of sleep, I finally slept 11 hours last night. It is 1pm and hubby is napping in his very warm room. With Billy.  I cleaned up the dishwasher and sink, and I am doing laundry. The fan is blowing on me. I am relaxed. The last two short stories I wrote I dont like as much. They are less fiction than Le petit marcel and that disappoints me.  'The frogs in our cuisine and yours' comes across as too preachy. And it is boring to read.