Got up at 11:41.
Dreamed of the song "Thank God I'm a Country Boy." [Don't care for John Denver-- someone said that going to one of his concerts was like bathing in maple syrup!--but I do like this song and his "High, Calypso."]
Dinner was roast chicken.
Sergei taught an Argentine tango class. Argentine puerta is a fright! (I can barely handle the regular puerta.) At the party, Sergei did his Charleston line dance. Poor Cynthia still has a cough.
Went to the dentist's office to advance my May checkup because of this aching in my lower left molars. But it was past 15:00 and the place was closed.
Read Robert Fulford's article in Toronto Life attacking the U of T student paper for attempting an investigative report claiming that a Canadian mining company had buried some squatters alive in Africa. Really, it's so easy to attack the people who are trying to do something about the world's problems...
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