Got up at 10:20.
Dreamed of driving to the cottage near Sackville; being unable to finish reading a chapter because of someone talking; reading the end of my Ph.D. thesis and noticing a glaring spelling mistake (not in the actual thesis); Mother calling me "Junior" (which she's never done in real life); seeing the opening credits on TV of the 1974 version of The Three Musketeers (a swordfight).
Father made a list of about a thousand books we're going to sell over the Internet. I looked at the list and found three I wanted to keep. [We now sell them on ABEBooks.]
Donald, John and Rae came over for dinner. We ordered Chinese food.
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