Tomorrow I get my H1N1 vaccine–the shot which has the inactivated virus rather than the nasal spray with the live virus. I’m prepping myself for waiting in line at the local WalMart. I’ll take a mask with me since it’s a guarantee that the place will be mobbed.
Although I’m feeling stronger, I still have an abundance of raging side effects, which, as usual, I’m doing my best to ignore. It still amazes me that I can sit down in the evening and immediately slip into a deep sleep. Last night I was out cold for two hours. Tonight, it was no different, but at least, before that, I got in about twenty minutes of mellow tap dancing . . . working mostly on smooth transitions and dynamics.
Today was the Women’s Conference, conceived and organized by Maria Shriver, here in Long Beach. I hadn’t realized it was that time of year until it was too late to register. I’m putting it on my calendar for next year so that I will be able to attend. You can go to the site and, I believe, view various sessions from the day’s schedule that included speakers like Condoleezza Rice, Annie Liebovitz and Madeleine Albright. The conference focused on women as Architects of Change, recognizing women for our empowerment in effecting change.
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