There are a surprising number of people here already. The committee/guest dinner was expanded to include several (which is what happened last year, too, at the committee/guest lunch). It was a bit big to get around and talk to people (which is a shame - I was hoping to have a good chat with Bruce and Cat and Liz - the first two because I haven't seen them in ages and the last because we have only ever emailed) so I stayed put at my end of the table. My end of the table was a good end, because it contained Karen and Bill and Tara. I only met Bill in the lift on the way down to meet for dinner. It was lucky I got to sit near him, because we had a great time. Well, I had a great time. I don't know if I bored the others silly or not.
Bill swam today. You need to know this. Bill Wright braved the Canberra cold and swam in the hotel swimming pool. None of the Canberrans booked into the hotel have even brought swimming gear, to the best of my knowledge. And he gave me permission to blog that he swam.
What else happened today? I mean, since this morning? Well, Tara was my valet and she and I think I might have gone a bit overboard in the amount of chocolate and sweets I have brought. She is personally taking an interest in helping diminish it and there is one lollipop the less. This is the same Tara who, a year ago, announced that "If Mum's the Chair, then I'm the footstool." In that year she has grown considerably and now I'm the perfect height for her to rest her weary head upon. One day I will work out how I manage to shrink to the perfect height for ten year olds and grow to the perfect height for eighteen year olds but never. ever manage to reach the top shelf of libraries.
Speaking of books, I have taken pity on one of you who wishes to be here. Sherwood, your book is here in your stead, as my unwind-reading. Now all you have to do is work out how to reach it telepathically and you can experience Conflux almost-first-hand.