lounging in pajamas.
laundry.
desk organizing. I found all the books i need to write my paper and started marking them up with post-its.
moomin to park, very very slowly on his new bike, "The Flying Black Tiger". We had non-stop conversation about the death st4r, ew0ks, good, evil, and mixed-uppedness. (In case anyone in unclear: Moomin's moral anchor is in the book "P1ckles the Fire Cat" which contains the lines, "He was not a good cat. He was not a bad cat. He was a mixed-up cat." Now you know the root of all understanding of good and evil.
Moomin so, so talkative and forthright lately! It's very pleasant for me to have him be outgoing.
After the park we took Peanut, henceforth re-nicknamed "Nutmeg" and played with her for a while. Moomin participated oh so sweetly. The Acrobat's forearms are wrapped in cloth diapers and every once in a while the pus soaks through and he has to strap on new diapers over the oozing, pustulant sores of poison oak. He is in a sad way if he has to lift the 26lb+ Nutmeg. Rook helped too.
tomorrow dentist. more kids. I must pick up Eliz. at 3 at her school. in theory sophie will be dropped offf here too. ignobly i will feed and videotape them so i can read about darwin and take paper-writing notes.
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