Got up at 10:46.
Dreamed of taking a small handcar with my family along a railway line between Mississauga and Oakville (surrounded by forest!); seeing a documentary on an ethnic family and guessing they were Italian, with a name like Trevini; missing today's dance lesson; doing research in Britain; trying to remember an email address; remembering the (actual) line TV critic David Handler wrote about Pierce Brosnan 20 years ago: "Compared to this guy, Leonard Nimoy's jaunty."
Another dance lesson.
Dinner was chicken curry and rice.
Saw two more wonderful Satyajit Ray movies, Devi and Mahanagar.
It was so icy today that I almost slipped on the front steps. Now there's a thick layer of sleet.
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