An even though the pets got me out of bed three times last night, and Ruckus brazenly yanked the Holy Bible off the bookshelf and threw it on the floor, my good mood persists. I love hepped-up conversations about "what if we tried this?" or "did you think about that?" or "yes, what a great idea, and it makes me wonder if. . . . " The word collaboration doesn't really cover the early moments of a plan, when the plan isn't even really a plan but a cluster of soap bubbles. It's my favorite part of creating curricula or programs, those dream-moments before the time and money problems clomp into the room. I always have liked blowing bubbles.