Got up at 9:00.
Dreamed of a new cottage on the site of our cottage near Sackville, with no foundations so the winds were destroying it, forcing the resident (a Mafia veteran like Junior Soprano) to leave; a boat being towed on a trailer, shaped so that little of it would be above the surface; bring groceries to the Sackville home, and unintentionally bringing the shopping cart along.
Returned the videos.
We had dinner with Donald at the Mandarin restaurant near Eglinton station. My fortune cookie said, "A good friend may be waiting for your call." Yesterday eharmony.com found my first match, whose job is organizing film festivals. Should I take the plunge and subscribe?
Elena taught a rumba class with swivels. Cynthia led a mambo line dance, and taught it to us really quick. Afterward I told her, "If you'd been a general, World War II would have lasted twenty minutes!"
On the subway I met an East Indian fringe candidate for mayor this fall.
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