Dreamed of visiting Holland and staying too long; seeing a new non-existent movie version of Roald Dahl's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory; buying new identity papers from a Turk who was intolerant of the Kurds.
Father and John are almost finished with the new roof. They had to clear the wall in my room next to it, which meant moving the bulk of my comic strip collection out to the hall. (Oh well, I was going to go through it to find the Tarzan comics anyway.)
Went shopping.
Dinner was the rest of the fettucine and lasagna.
Got through choir practice despite a sore throat. We did a piece from Verdi's I Lombardi that was last done before I joined the choir!
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