Got up at 8:24.
Dreamed of the song "That's Amore" (from hearing it at the dance studio); entering an empty high school too early for an appointment and having hours to kill; moving a lawnmower down a slope.
A new Atlantic Monthly arrived with a big article about how to manage the American empire. I say, ignore the fine theories and observe the practice. (Iraq does not bode well, as the author argues.) Christopher Hitchens' review of Sidney Blumenthal's Bill Clinton book is titled "Thinking Like an Apparatchik."
Listened to the Mills Brothers record. They were pretty cool. I intended to read while listening to it, but I ended up just listening.
Went to the library to return the Vanity Fair issue. I read a Scientific American article about the 5000-year-old man they found in the Alps. My theory is that he went off into the mountains to die (like Chingachgook in James Fenimore Cooper's The Pioneers).
Dinner was pork chops (which I fried).
Cynthia taught a rumba class with swivels and the banquero opening. At the dance party, Dawn led a merengue line dance. Sonia and her husband brought a baby, whom all the women were looking at. The foxtrot music was "Up the Lazy River," which was also on the Mills Brothers record.
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