If only I had been 45 when I started getting chin hairs! Good times.

My allergy medicine seems to have decided that since it wasn't doing anything for my allergies, it might as well make me extra drowsy.

If only I had been 45 when I started getting chin hairs! Good times.

Yeah, I've gotten them since I was a teenager.

I'm trying to remember if I was taught the hand over hand turning. For some reason it doesn't feel very familiar.

I do drive with my hands at 10 and 2 some of the time, because I like the feeling in my shoulders in that position. But mostly my hands are 8 and 4, because that's where the lower spokes on my steering wheel are (and where I prefer them--I'm quite picky about steering wheel configuration, for all the lack of control I have over it--I'm glad my new car conforms to my happiness). I see a lot of BMW steering wheels in my google search with a really thick 9 through 3 bar, and a 6 bar, and that would take a lot of getting used to for me.

I don't really understand why I am making a choice

And isn't that the core of it? So little we do in any arena, not just women, and choosing adornment or employment, is a context-free decision. One doesn't want to make context free decisions. Context is what they're all about. You can't truly divorce yourself from history, but you can educate yourself, and for someone you don't know (or, often, someone you do know) to tell you it's not a reasoned, intelligent, informed decision, is as much talking about them as it is about you. *I* know there are things I have too much baggage to ever be able to really make choices about (race play, for instance). But I do think that heels are totally within my purview of feminist choices.

I don't think I've ever driven 10 and 2 except during the driving test. Unless it's bad weather, I usually have my left at 6, so my right hand is free for the radio or a cigarette or whatever.

I used to drive 10 & 2, because I was a rules follower, and then I drove 8 & 4, because that was the new rule. However, now I drive with on arm draped over the top of the wheel at 12, because that's what's required to give the casual wave at the other rural drivers.

Apparently I got props at a meeting earlier today that I probably should attend but usually don't. Oops?

I like pulling my elbows forward and down, because I like the stretch it gives me between my scapulas. Ten and two gives me an easy access to that feeling.

I also don't fiddle with much--I don't listen to the radio (uh, that reminds me, I did budget for the iPod adaptor for the car--I just haven't gotten around to getting it done. Driving in silence is disconcerting), so there's nothing much to be done with my right arm other than rest my elbow on the divider between the seats.

Uh, that's a thing on cars that it drives me nuts not to have--an arm rest for my right arm. With the current car, if both cup holders are being used, no arm rest. So! Driver gets a beverage, shotgun gets to die of thirst.

Yeah, there has to be an arm rest for the right arm. And a good one! The Pilot is adjusted a bit oddly for me, but I can make it work.

Man. It is such a gorgeous gorgeous day that the dog refuses to come inside. I need to get out there myself and enjoy the day. I need to weed and hang out laundry. I also have paperwork to do, but maybe I can do that sitting out on the deck?

Or I could say screw it all and read the ebook version of Hunger Games I just got for 87 cents? 87 cents!

Yay I get to go home now! And, uh, buy hair color on my way home, because it turns out I'm *that* kind of feminist.