I'm sickity sick sick today, as in eyes gummed together, one nostril blocked up, bluuurgh.

Primera is at her piano lesson right now, which she sort of hates. My original thought was that it would be good for working on rhythm (often a problem w/AS kids), and also I'd read some study blabla about how people who played piano were less likely to get Alzheimer's researchblabla and the only people more protected chartychartgraph were people who did ballroom dancing. So I am protecting my kid from Alzheimer's, b/c as it is her neurons are probably more crossed and tangled than average. She's taking tap, which isn't ballroom, but you need a partner, and she is only nine.

Or maybe this is just my petit bourgeois side in action with a fancy layer of neurobabble on top.