Dreamed of visiting an African-American grocery store and thinking that Moira would like it more than I did; recalling Donald's actual observation that John Landis was a director with a poor sense of pace. (He'd pointed that with Landis' Animal House and Trading Places both movies basically came to a halt before the climactic sequence where the heroes got even.)
My new health card finally arrived.
Dinner was roast chicken.
No more new songs at choir rehearsal.
Spent a lot of time putting my comic strip collection in order, and I'm still far from finished.
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