Dreamed of seeing a guy on TV singing a song "My Tailor"; looking out from our old Sackville house and for the first time noticing a (non-existent) mountain ridge on the western horizon with people walking along it.
At work I labelled ten more boxes. We'll soon have almost seventy ready to go.
Went shopping.
Dinner was spaghetti.
The choir learned the second half of the Pilgrim's Chorus. Sandra brought us some cake. Giuseppe told us that choir member Catherine Cashore died! (I never did take up her invitation to visit her.)
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