The music is playing, it is good. The dishwasher is washing our morning and last night's dishes.  I cleaned up a bit the kitchen, i have yet to sweep. Hubby seems very fragile and weak: he went back to bed after his heavy brekfast. Something was bothering him about his eyes. I fear he is not fit to teach anymore. But of course I am just being pessimistic. It is only that he keeps getting students complaints that may get hom in very hot waters with his bosses.