Got up at 9:16.
Dreamed of trying to describe the plot of Only Angels Have Wings (the scene where Jean Arthur had a fit because Cary Grant was eating the dead pilot's steak); a bookshelf with a paperback of L.M. Montgomery's Rainbow Valley (which I haven't read).
Deposited an interest cheque worth over $2000.
Got our Cinematheque membership renewed, and ordered some tickets too.
Finished Anne of Avonlea. Did I say Lucy Maud Montgomery was a clever writer? She's a wonderful writer!
Dinner was fettucine alfredo, which I cooked. I'm a dab hand at it.
Tony taught a tango class with puerta, Argentine links and double corte.
Started reading the last part of Hourani's Arab history, about the period since 1939.
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