My long posting drought has reminded me of another classic seventh grade three-word phrase. They always use it when they come back from an absence. “Didja miss me?” “You were gone? THAT’S why it was so quiet and peaceful yesterday.” OK, so. Today’s “long-awaited” entry will offer a glimpse into the “writing process” for this here blog thing. I like to try to get in at least 2-3 posts per week. It keeps me thinking about what I do, and it’s kinda fun. Also, at least in this context, I guess I like sharing. But alas, as in teaching, things rarely go as planned. I started this post on Thursday, February 17th. Like this: It’s been raining here lately. I don’t like rain. My motto is “Brown hills and blue skies.” I acknowledge the necessity of rain (sort of like my begrudging acceptance of the auto and the phone), but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. And I still have to ride my bike to work. And the other day my new boots leaked on the way to school. Usually I would have a spare pair of socks (along with spares of other, ahem, articles of clothing) stashed

