children
when they ask you
why is your mama so funny
say
she is a poet
she don't have no sense.

-- Lucille Clifton

Mmmmm... oof.

Cool enough to sleep with the windows open. A long gorgeous weekend moving Sidney into the new room -- we worked hard and then lounged hard. She read alllll of HP7 as I dug into Muhammad Yunus' Banker to the Poor; schlepped all day, finishing just in time for Thai food and falling into bed; today saw the HP5 movie in IMAX 3D (with glasses!) and then Redbox-rented Black Snake Moan which I now must see again and process. Slide blues guitar soundtrack and conflicting characters, yes yes yes.

Tomorrow work. Tonight dreams of Boston at Christmastime.