Got up at 9:48.
Dreamed of being part of a group captured by terrorists and ordered to choose one out of four for execution; books like Noddy Meets Raquel Welch and Noddy Meets Tiny Tim; playing Mensa games until dawn, such as a Spanish version of Monopoly in which the jail took up a large part of the board. (My dreams are telling insensitive ethnic jokes!)
Getting some of the snow from the US storm.
Finally got around to the latest copy editing assignment.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Cynthia taught a cha-cha group class. We didn't have time to talk about the Montreal competition.
Baked multigrain bread, but the multigrain flour ran out so I combined it with whole wheat.
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