As we almost have winter now, most of my gang of four don't want to go out in the evenings.

Alison is the exception: She doesn't seem to tire at all, nor mind that it's rather cold.

Rustan seems content (and actually prefers) with sleeping in my lap for an hour or a half. The condition being that I don't sit in a chair or in bed, but on the floor in the hallway. Well, I've always got books within reach, so when he settles in I don't have to stretch far to get something to read.

In the middle of the night, someone woke me up by vomiting. Probably Roxane who does that when she's eaten something she should'nt've.