You know you live in California when...

...as you go bouncing down the stairs at midnight, you hear one half-asleep-on-sofa housemate murmur to the other, "Ok, I felt that one, did you?"

But no, I had to put in every little thing...

Well, I wasn't satisfied after all with leaving out the counseling part of the speech, so I trimmed and pruned my talk 'til there was room for a bit extra. Now that part is written in and I feel better about the speech as a whole. So it's printing, and I just need to do a dry-run to see if I can deliver it in 15 minutes total, and if I can't then I'll toss out paragraphs until I can, and then I can go to BED.

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17 minutes. Not bad. Will find something to cut in the morning... or just talk faster ;-) Bed now.

If I can't dance...

So this morning I was doing the what-to-wear routine. Business suit and high heels for this talk, or can I get away with just my usual office wear - skirt and sweater and comfortable shoes?

Then I remembered, it's a feminist conference. If I can't wear what feels comfortable on my body here, than we haven't come nearly far enough from the early '70's. Office casual it is...