Dreamed of a band playing "Hail, Columbia" [or was it "Columbia, Gem of the Ocean"?]; a booth that turned the person inside into a child.
Went to the library and pickedup Mazo de la Roche's Variable Winds at Jalna. On the streetcar, someone said that I looked like Woody Allen. (His friend didn't notice the resemblance.)
Dinner was roast chicken.
At the chorus rehearsal I did the Congiura chorus from Verdi's Ernani for the first time. It's pretty difficult.
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