My brain is still empty of writing. I spent last evening cuddled on the couch with Mademoiselle Toddler, watching the Sesame Street where Big Bird breaks Elmo's tricycle [SPOILER: Maria fixes it! But Big Bird and Elmo are having so much fun riding imaginary tricycles that they go on doing that!]. We alternated watching with dancing to "Furry Happy Monsters" and me dangling her upside down.
Upside down has even more interesting lately, now that Mademoiselle is growing taller, and can touch the floor and pretend to walk on her hands. I can still hoist her upright, though.
I'm not even reading anything in particular this week. Just getting used to the new job, and letting my mind lie fallow.