I Dug Deep.

I delved into all my years of experience as a professional educator. My ever-helpful staff sacrificed and offered themselves up as observational subjects. I broke out my best shovel in order that I might toss the heaps of detritus that were whirling around in my brain a bit higher and a tad further. With the fortification that only a low-cal frozen pizza, a box of Wheat Thins and a tub of homemade hummus can provide, I sat myself before the keyboard and tried to make it sing. The recently plied skeins of handspun sat by my side in a show of loyalty that is unprecedented in the realm of inanimate objects. It offered its inspiration and comfort.

The Big, Fluffy Kitty and her Smaller, Less Fluffy Counterpart totally blew me off. They do not find paper writing to be all that entertaining. They just wanted to be fed on schedule. I understand. I didn't particularly want to be around me either. I was not "pleasant." I said bad words and I sprayed cracker crumbs whilst doing it.

But, in a final burst of creativity and unwillingness to be brought down by my own procrastination, I made it all happen. It is done. I have crafted a paper on the subject of formal teacher observations that is remarkable if only for its having been wrought from least amount of actual observation possible. But it is done.

And the yarn is pleased.

Now I must rest. And rethink the wisdom of eating half a box of Wheat Thins with hummus at this late hour. A finished paper is all well and good...but perhaps not worth the effort it will take to button my pants tomorrow.

SA