Dreamed of going through a mess of books and magazines at the post office in our hometown of Sackville, N.B., to find a couple of items that were due to me; reflecting on how lame a certain episode of Little House on the Prairie was in that the plot required a sequence of characters doing a certain thing at a certain time.
Went to the health centre where I did the "foundation building" work and did volunteer work for a few hours. (A couple of other clients from the Hawkens Institute also came.) I did stuff like photocopying and affixing "doctor's orders" stickers.
Dinner was spaghetti.
At the opera chorus the men did their part in Suor Angelica for the first time. We're offstage angelic voices, and have all of 15 bars in Latin. Giuseppe's already getting exhausted.
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