Another interrupted night. [I sometimes suffer from insomnia.] I got up at a quarter to noon.
Real brass-monkey weather today. It's been snowing too. Father gave me a lift to the subway again.
Had a coaching session with Pat Traymor, who showed as a new rumba routine. Afterward I felt dizzy and Cynthia anxiously asked, "Is there anything I can do?" She's a good friend.
Felt kind of dizzy for the rest of the day, so I took it easy.
Dinner was steak.
Saw a CBC program with a suite of Scottish-style music against the backdrop of Cape Breton history. It was so slow it was perfect to watch when you're under the weather like me.
Pat Traymor remembered that I have a Ph.D. (It impresses other people--Shelley Robertson is another example--more than it impresses me.) She said all my years of reading have caused me to lean forward.
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