reading and listening and daylight saving afternoons

So, it's a home day today.

The kid is probably bored to death with how I babysit him. I read, a bit, to him. We play with blocks and saucepans. And then when I want to watch dvds/read/use the internet, I pretty much let him go free or play him in a jumper, with or without the distraction of abc content or music. When I took him for a walk, he fell asleep almost straight away, so isn't necessarily aware of my efforts at fresh hair. He's had his fun times of knocking down towers of blocks and throwing things into the bath and dipping his fingers into cups of water and is now alternating between yelling for fun and yelling for attention. He's soooooo cute.

Mr Right and I have been enjoying our discovery of BORED TO DEATH, a Brooklyn filmed short series plotted by the writer Jonathan Ames and a tribute to the film noir narratives of Raymond Chandler. I love it-the acting, location shots, plots and guest stars. It's very droll and pithy, I particularly liked the therapist that gave "to the point" therapeutic advice, summing up the regular day to day problems with an assessment of which typical crisis they matche.d q222qqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqw2z3z x3gz-(kid wanTed To wriTe).

Also been reading Paul AusTer, HeaVily geTTing inTo THaT

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