energia.

I couldn't sleep well last night and woke up with ample energy. Never usually works that way, but I've been keeping active lately and I think I just got past the sore-muscle phase of exercising and started storing extra energy, or something to that effect.

With D today, went to the library where they had a small but lively children's section. Nannies galore, all older women of color.  Two women were speaking in Spanish with an accent I could understand and D took an interest in the children they were watching.  We chatted a bit in English because I am becoming increasingly afraid to converse in Spanish (perhaps afraid that I don't know how poor my Spanish has gotten.)  I should have spoken at least a bit - kind of an asshole move, hm?

There aren't as many young nannies in this part of Manhattan, which is shocking considering I live on Columbia campus. I've only met one woman around my age who is in the same sort of Academic Limbo as I am experiencing.  Philadelphia was much more full of student nannies. I'm not sure if it's because conscientious people who use nannies/sitters/caregivers feel more comfortable having to exploit young college students for cheap childcare than older woman immigrants. I do. Or maybe immigrant labor is going out of style.

aerobics in your livingroom.

Good day. Happy work and cold walks in the sun. The kid I watch is freaking cute and showed it especially today. During nap I took it to the extreme with Tony Horton for a good 45 minutes. Then I showered--all at work, that is. I wonder how many times I've secretly showered in families' homes? I dry my hair super quick to make sure I don't look suspicious, or in case they come home mid-day to get something from their apartment. I know if I asked them they wouldn't mind me using their shower. But I like the excitement. And I don't really want them picturing me working out in their living room.