Dreamed of being in a crowd of people about to be slaughtered; reflecting that the J.R. Williams comic strip Out Our Way was conservative, not in the sense of right-wing but "conventional"; a John Le Carre thriller in which a character played by Richard Attenborough gets obsessed with rescuing a missing friend, then witnesses a suicide and has to cover up his own presence, so it looks like he killed the guy; shovelling hay and oats for a small airship(?).
Went shopping.
Dinner was veal, for a change.
At choir rehearsal we sang "Lo, How a Rose E'er Blooming"--at least, those of us who had the music (which didn't include me). I came in too early twice, but that was because Giuseppe said "Bass!" when he meant to say "Mezzos!" My voice got pretty tired.
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