Dreamed of climbing a hill in a North Carolina forest in bare feet; finding a boy's makeshift wooden sword; meeting another climber who'd spent a lot of time at a movie production in the area; correctly guessing that the movie was Peter Pan; asking whether he was working or rubbernecking, and told the latter.
Stayed indoors all day.
Dinner was roast chicken.
Saw the DVD of Wim Wenders' The American Friend, based on one of the Patricia Highsmith novels centred on the psychopathic antihero Tom Ripley (played by Dennis Hopper here). Wenders' meditative pacing, which worked so well in Paris, Texas and Wings of Desire, was less suitable in a thriller.
Finally found out where the NDP campaign headquarters is: the same place as last time! (Moira noticed it.)
Baked whole wheat bread overnight.
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