Dreamed of looking out from our old cottage near Sackville, N.B. across the bay to Port Elgin and seeing a causeway just below the surface coming from there about all the way here; hearing about plans for yet another movie of The Great Gatsby; being about to fly home from Sackville.
Baked whole wheat bread in the morning. (I was going to bake it overnight, but I forgot to put it in the machine!)
Got some 1930s newspaper cartoons, another New York Sunday News comics section, and a whole batch of reprints of Dick Tracy, Modesty Blaise and Secret Agent Corrigan.
Saw the DVD of Blake Edwards' frantic megaslapstick comedy The Great Race, for at least the fourth time. (I first saw it when I was four--the scene where Tony Curtis entered the baron's castle scared me!) It's literally all over the place, of course. The whole is far less than the sum of the parts.
Went to Christina's new book club. She doesn't strike me as on the ball. She hadn't finished reading our first book Eats, Shoots and Leaves (which she didn't like anyway). Our next book has a title that starts with Tipping, but she isn't sure what the rest of it is.
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