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Ready for School??

We might be. The tour of the school before the open house is today. This afternoon actually. We'll be having our regular ABA session (8a.m.), hoping for a cancellation to get into speech early. If not we'll have the afternoon spot followed immediately by the tour of the school.

It'll be interesting to see how the kid reacts to the new environment. This is why we're taking her before the open house to make sure that she's going to adjust. Adjustments and changes to her routine are not something that she takes lightly.

The rest of this week, I'm writing on my own articles as I take much needed time off from deadlines. I'll also be playing around with fiction, short, flash fiction. I'm writing a book which is coming along rather nicely. I'm rather glad it's almost time for the colder weather since my fan is making a nice rickety noise right about now. I can't figure out why but I'm pretty sure it's on it's last legs.

Well, it's time to go get ready for the long day ahead.

Comments

Red said…
I am glad she liked it! I feel for you with the non-acceptance of change. I fight that daily even with a stable schedule.
Red.
Laurie said…
She discovered the smart board, and her teacher actually has first hand experience with Autism!

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