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Sunday, November 10, 2013



That was a gift, that voicemail. One to keep and savor. It made me cry though.

And....WOOT to FOUR bags to go out. of. your. house.!! That is wonderful. I am over here JEALOUS that you get to read good sentences. I read a couple of textbook chapters tonight. That was a welcome relief from grading papers. Such good things in there to try. I have a couple of new activities that I am going to try this week! Yippee!


I kept a voicemail from my Grandmother from the week before she died, for the longest time. A treasure.

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