Dreamed of the actual 1985 movie The Emerald Forest, about a white boy raised by an Indian community in the Brazilian jungle; a non-existent scene where the Indians scare away a visitor by making a clearing near her camp and using wooden shoes to make footprints like a huge monster's paws.
At work I filed copies of the memos I prepared for mailing the day before. I also did a lot of shredding, cleared out a file cabinet so we can move it out, and started boxing some pay equity files. I also got the break I didn't have time to take yesterday.
Got my hair cut.
Did my singing exercises for the first time in months. (I also resumed doing sit-ups.)
Dinner was halibut.
The Geneva Centre group had a movie night. They showed the John Grisham movie The Runaway Jury. That legal stuff doesn't interest me, so I came home early.
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