Sarah and I had a nice Tibetan dinner tonight, courtesy of the nanny. Now, we're listening to Andrew Bird's Weather Systems, sipping tea, and figuring the odds on Asher sleeping through the night.

My parents are coming to town tomorrow for Thanksgiving. They'll be staying a few blocks away in one of Park Slope's many quaint (read: overpriced) B&Bs.

That's it. No pithy insights. No musical tirades. Just sheer exhaustion.