I don't have enough hair on my pits or legs to be worth shaving, so that's not what it was about.

LA for 12 years now, and I've never had an office environment in which bare legs wouldn't make me cold anyway. But being barelegged at work makes me feel like too much opportunity for scrutiny.

Also, I love tights! I get as many compliments on them as any other piece of clothing I wear. They're so fun.

The only thing I really hide is the portacath. I don't want any assumptions, correct or no.

I love tights in the winter! When they keep my legs warm while wearing a skirt! Otherwise, they're a pain in the ass, sometimes literally.

I look back at the years I worked at Kensington and I feel really lucky. For a while there in the '90s I would go to work on Fridays in overalls. And I was very often barefoot in the office, or in sock feet. It was not very corporate, which I loved.

I love the look of tights, but other than on vacation elsewhere I can't imagine wearing them.

I'd been debating highway vs not for the trip to NY. It is a whole lot longer ride, 22 vs 30 driving hours. Then this morning's news about Tracy Morgan reminded me why I hate highway driving. Yes, there are accidents on the side roads, but not as often or as dramatic as the highway debacles.

Oh, I saw that! They said he was in intensive care, and one other passenger had died.

That is a lot of time difference, but if it is a more enjoyable and less stressful drive, maybe worth it.

I like tights fine when they fit, and when I can put them on without sticking a thumb through them and snagging a nail, and when my legs aren't damp from the shower when I try to put them on. Getting all three of those to happen at once is not so easy. And it probably needs to be not too warm out.

Come to think of it, however, most of my skirts probably are mid-calf or longer. Just a few knee-length.

Avoiding stress seems to be a major theme in my life right now. And driving scenic routes seems to be a big help there.

Apparently a trucker was snoozing at the wheel and woke not quite in time to avoid smashing into traffic that had slowed. Sounds like the vehicle Tracy was in was caught between two. Some people like the late night driving, but the fast driving big rigs are kinda scary to me.

I woke up later than planned, ran two errands (drugstore and library), ate brunch, and then...went home and took a two hour nap. Now that I'm awake, it is a GORGEOUS day outside, so it seems criminal to stay inside and watch OITNB....

Doing mundane work at the office. After listening to music all day I have switched to Belmont coverage.

I'm watching Escape from Nazi Alcatraz.

Unpleasant dream last night left me in a bad mood all day:
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I was driving down a dark crowded highway desperately trying to get home when my car broke down. I grabbed a bicycle out of the trunk and kept riding, keeping up with the traffic. (Apparently dream-me is quite the athlete.) Then by bicycle crumbled, but I just starting running, even though I was in the left lane. (See previous parenthetical comment). Then my shoes fell apart, but I kept on even though every step felt like I was being stabbed by a sword. (Apparently dream-me is also quite the stoic.)

Around a curve, I joined a procession of other runners. They were expensively dressed, somber expressions on their faces. Though there was nothing overtly sinister visible, I shuddered as I moved among them. Then I reached the man at the head of the procession. The man who led it who wore a suit and a cowboy hat that shadowed his face completely. For no reason I understood, I greatly feared that man.

He spoke. "Don't you understand," he said. "This is your chance. You have failed at everything. You will never reach 'home'. Just stop moving. Rest. Be at peace. You will never wake up. They will find your body in the morning. You will never again have to face to consequences of your many mistakes."

"If the choice is mine, I'd just as soon keep running," I said.

"The choice is always yours," the man with the shadowed face said, "until it isn't." Then I woke up.

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My vivid dreams have now been medically diagnosed, for which I am grateful. Because I have friends who tried to convince they were messages from spirit guides. If that was a spirit guide, I don't think it had my best interests at heart.