"Plain and not honest is too harsh a style"--Richard III
Dreamed of trying to cross a level crossing with many trains zooming through near Davisville subway station, meeting a Burakumin woman (Japan's "untouchable" class) and her seven-foot husband.
At work I printed out more labels for the remaining boxes and copied out a dozen more binders for Sean.
Had a nap in the afternoon.
Dinner was shepherd's pie.
The choir did some new songs: "La Barchetta," "Montanara" and "In Mezzo al Mar."
Got a whole Ebay batch of Dick Tracy Sundays.
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