Reported Saturday and Sunday over on caption additionally -- not really work, more a way of winding down and digesting the day so I could sleep. Overall, the weekend treated me well, lovely times chatting and hanging out and shopping and sulking and managing to pull off what I thought was a quite impossible workshop.
Again, I think to myself that I'm luckier than I have any right to expect to be.
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In all the excitement about Caption, I missed the sad, sad news about all those gay marriages turning into refunds. It made me feel sad and kind of hopeless, because (a bit like trying to find a girlfriend when you're a provincial lesbian) where gay marriage is concerned the numbers are stacked hard against success. Only about 10% of the population will ever need the freedom it represents; approached democratically, it's never going to happen.