Dreamed of a (non-existent) scene in Miami Vice in which the police had some real jewelry as part of a sting operation, but a small-time crook managed to con his way into possession of them, then had to throw them away to avoid arrest; the Roman romance Satyricon.
At work I moved the South Region terminated files (all 25 boxes) into another room, did copying for Dawn, helped Sandra sort through training files, and moved a bunch of binders to the high shelf.
At this week's singing lesson I wasn't ready to try the Donizetti piece.
Dinner was pork and rice.
What with the pouring rain, only five people showed up at the taiqiquan class.
Finished Beryl Markham's West With the Night. Pretty remarkable.
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