Ok. I’m on draft #4 of the coolest blog. But I can’t publish ’cause I’m wrapped up in my own excitement, and now the blog looks more like swirls of wire than what it is, an AHa moment. Where is the message? I’ve emailed my draft to my mother, for goodness sake. And she sent it back with footnotes. Arg. So, tomorrow, I’m taking draft #4 to the experts, into ELA 20, and we’re going to get the message out of draft #4, out of my work, out of my AHa moment, if it kills us all.
*Someone let my admin know if no one makes it out alive for dairy week activities and tell my daughter I love her.