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balloon. It was a bazillion degrees today. Still find the heat difficult to get used to. Work was busy. One of the boys asked for some music on and I spent most of the morning changing tunes and observing his amazing dancing. He got totally lost in the music. It was a reminder of the Malaguzzi poem about the 100 languages of children. 

Cooked the tea. Figured out why the stove and oven sometimes are temperamental.