I Woke Up This Morning and First Thought Was, "Is it Friday Yet?" I'm Ready for @NCTE, @writingproject, and @ALANorg - Ready to Learn and Be Rejuvenated

Yes. It seems odd that I will, year two, be at home, yet traveling to be with colleagues from all across America. For the last ... I don't know how many... Mondays ... and since January, many of us have been working hard across the nation to get to the point where we can present in Louisville.

Ah, but we're not going to be in Louisville. This is hitting harder than I anticipated. Instead, we'll be on screens as if we are in Louisville. 

I think once I get finished with my Grad courses this week, I'm going to spend one day to make gift bags for my CT teachers so it will be, alas, that we are in Louisville (you, know...bourbon nips...some mint...maybe ingredients for a Hot Brown). I was looking forward to all of this....50th year in 2022, a celebration of KY's awesomeness, and of course everything Louisville Writing Project and National Writing Project.

Damn Covid. Go away. Boo. Enough already.

Truth, too, is that the 14-hour days are coming to a head as we slide into presentations Thursday-Monday. Cough Cough. WHERE ARE MY ALAN BOOKS? I'm starting to get nervous. I want my early Christmas friends to be in my house. I know they're coming, but I'm green with envy for all those who have already received them. I jump into paranoia that they will never arrive. 

Grad classes until Wednesday night late, and then sliding into NCTE with a tremendous smile and much appreciation for all the hard work that has gone into the planning. This is followed by ALAN and I'm thrilled to represent the National Writing Project at both. 

It's all good. I know what comes to those that wait. BUT I CAN'T WAIT. 

Is that a UPS truck? Nope middle schoolers on their yellow time machines. Happy. Tuesday. It's all good.