Dreamed of a Mecca-type shrine just south of our old Sackville house, attracting Moslem pilgrims; passing by a group of Moslem girls; one of them spitting on me.
My Metropass didn't arrive (was it stolen in the mail?), so I had to go out and buy one.
Dinner was roast beef.
At choir rehearsal we tried Schubert's "Ave Maria," but Giuseppe didn't like the harmony line and dropped it.
I told Giuseppe a joke:
Priest: "I'll be sure to thank your mother for the cake she had you bring over to me."
Boy: "Uh--could you thank her for two cakes, please?"
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