A mother's "lullaby": "Don't move or the Sandman will get you!"--Wozzeck
Dreamed of a non-existent scene in Goodfellas just before Henry and Karen take the back entrance into the nightclub, with them in a convertible under a sky full of stars.
At work I made the last preparations before shipping out the 50-odd boxes, including moving one group of files out of a bigger non-regulation box into two regular ones. (Of course, Catherine needed a file from a box that was about to leave.) I brought to work our CD of Kathleen Battle singing baroque songs with Wynton Marsalis on the trumpet, since the place is lonely without Marj.
Another afternoon nap. (I lay down on my bed for a minute and couldn't get up!)
Dinner was shrimp and rice.
Moira and I went to a rehearsal of the Canadian Opera Company production of Alban Berg's expressionistic opera Wozzeck. (She got the "by invitation" tickets at work.) Pretty unsettling. They skipped the first act. [In the scene where the lead throws the dagger into the river, the prop was missing and he had to mime throwing it!]
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