Got up at 10:02.
Dreamed of travelling down the St. Lawrence River on a ship; writing in my diary that I'd seen an episode of Upstairs, Downstairs.
Had a dance lesson with Dawn. She's quite a good teacher.
Dinner was macaroni. (We'd made it yesterday for John and his girls, but they were no-shows.)
Rented the DVD of Oliver Stone's football movie Any Given Sunday. It was too aware of its own grandeur, something of a Greatest Football Story Ever Told. One hour was enough for me, but I used scene selection to find Al Pacino's climactic pre-game speech.
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