Dinner was lamb stew.
Saw Martin Scorcese's Howard Hughes bio The Aviator at the Carleton. (A group from the Moviegoers Meetup were going to it, but if they were there I couldn't find them.) Mostly enjoyable, but not really anything important. It made me appreciate how normal I am! [When I was little and nobody knew where Hughes was hiding, I doubted that he was real...]
Read a Rip Kirby reprint where a girl made Rip fall in love with her and then dumped him, to avenge his testimony which got her father wrongly convicted, then Rip reopened the case and found the real killer. [Think writing those strips is easy?]
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