pedablogical

bittersweet indescreet discretion obsession confession cessation intention.

no. it’s not that. no. not at all.

it’s only absent. the long quiet road. travel without. you will know.

what does it mean that my inbox has subject lines—today, teapots, and technotes? what does anything mean actually? maybe.

spent much of the day fixing broken links. marcopolo runs linkscan on readwritethink ever other monday, so every other monday, i get to fix two weeks of damage. we had a little extra damage today because of the changes at the ncte website. since nearly every url at ncte changed, nearly every link to ncte was broken at readwritethink.

i also finished proofreading a k–2 lesson on collaborative writing and a 3–5 lesson that uses comic strips to storyboard narrative writing.

i have been exceptionally boring otherwise. did some filing and such. procrastination really. i need to write another technote. i blame sauron.

there’s been a blithering blather of blog messages on my discussion lists today. must be something in the air to make everyone suddenly have questions. since i still hate the word blog though, i don’t have to participate in the conversation unless i want to. for now, i have a few other things to manage. mostly organizing financial stuff, but also exciting weekend stuff like the laundry.

it’s been a drizzly, chilly day today. i never did get outside for a walk, well not unless you count the trip to take the garbage can from the backyard to the curb. as exciting as that trip is, i don’t think it actually counts for anything on my weekly activity chart.

i meant to get more web pages converted, but it didn’t happen. oh well. i did get other stuff done that really needed doing a bit more. and it’s before midnight and i have the dishwasher going, my lunch packed, and Harry Potter I is almost done on the tv. i may actually get to bed before the single digits arrive!

the first time i saw paris….

ok, i’ve never actually seen paris. i’ve driven through paris, kentucky and paris, texas; but neither was particularly exciting.

i’ve been ignoring my webbage today, while reading up on the exciting world of financial management (which is a snobby way to say that i spent a couple hours reading quicken documentation so that i could figure out how to do what i wanted to do).

if only it were as easy to organize life as it is to lay out a web page. even if you allow for the nonsense of browsers and platforms, it’s still boatloads easier to smack a table on a page than to figure out how on earth to file your papers so that you can find them again, let alone how to enter all your bills so that they are actually paid when you actually have money in the bank. banks are picky about wanting you to have money when you send out checks.

but enough of that nonsense. i’m tired. my body is complaining about the 4 miles that i’ve walked today. it’s a lovely, crisp autumn night. i believe that my bed will be warm and snuggly. not as warm and snuggly as it could be if {fill in this blank with the name of an excellent hunk} were there to be my snugglupagus, but it will do. besides, it’s late. maybe he’s snuck in there when i wasn’t looking. he’s bound to be sleepy and ready for bed by now too.