So, I'm sitting in a lovely house in Berkeley, the new babysitter, just having put two lovely girls to bed. It turns out that if you are teaching an ten year old girl guitar in this decade, you'll end up learning some Taylor Swift songs whether you like it or not.

Also, the littler girl, only 6 years old, looked at me with her big green eyes and asked me to read her a bedtime story. It was the book about Tango, the penguin --- some of you know it. If not, look it up: And Tango Makes Three. A lovely story.
I sat by her bed and read and showed her the pictures, and she asked for a hug before I left, and when I closed the door behind me, I saw her night light, and --- I had such a memory of that, the warm glow of the light that made falling asleep peaceful. I had forgotten that feeling.

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So, some childhood memories tonight. And there was such calm as the older girl went to bed and I felt like curling up on the couch here with a soft blanket and gentle music playing --- but I remember that I'm in college with a stack of assignments that only grows and doesn't shrink, and if I want to wake up without it having risen above my head, I should get started now.