Dreamed of being unable to complete a crossword puzzle in a magazine; one clue involving a plug on another page of the magazine's sponsor; reflecting on the smug tone of the relentlessly disdainful coverage of the Carter presidency in the magazine The Economist. (An actual memory. If you ask me, The Economist is the world's most overrated magazine.) [They raise tendentiousness to an art form!]
Father got some salt and I baked raisin bread.
Saw Yasujiro Ozu's silent masterpiece Tokyo Inn. It was a heartrending story aout poverty, desperation and decency. Reminiscent of Charlie Chaplin's City Lights.
Donald came over for dinner, which was lasagna. He stayed to help set up the Emac. (In the later stages, I ended up watching.)