Got up at 8:36.
Dreamed of the Sackville cottage as a larger house; a series of old clippings with a Variety magazine-like reporter on movies; visiting Jan Wong's huge Forest Hill home with a great grand piano.
Cynthia and I went over the salsa routine. It was pretty frustrating. Afterward I talked to her about my Mission: Possible experience and recited my Salinger monologue.
Dinner was roast chicken.
In the copy editing class Shelley talked about leads. She showed a report about a marijuana seizure and I was the only one who guessed where she thought the lead should have been: the jogging Mountie smelling the plant among the brambles.
Saw the episode of The Sopranos where the Feds put the bug in their basement. [The first episode of the third season.]
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