Dreamed of the I.R.A. unsuccessfully training elephants to detonate bombs.
Dropped some campaign literature in the area around Rushton Road. Glad I don't have to do it every day.
Dinner was halibut.
Started reading A Great Feast of Light, John Doyle's memoir of growing up in Ireland in the 1960s when TV was new. He's a good storyteller.
Went to the new year's first Geneva Centre meeting, where we made a schedule for the coming months. On February 16 they'll be going to the Ontario Science Center to see the plastinated corpses. It's just as well that it's the same night when I'm going to hear a Robert Towne lecture at the Cinematheque. (That exhibit creeps me out, and I haven't even gone to it!)
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