Dreamed of discussing The Sopranos with Rosemarie; observing that Adrianna was sympathetic but not very smart; riding the Hampstead bus in London; putting a pear core in the receptacle for used tickets to spite the conductor; reading a non-existent romance written by 84 Charing Cross Rd. author Helene Hanff; a memoir by a former English schoolboy who recalled sitting next to a classmate called Stuffy Hern who later became famous.
At work I made copies of recently awarded first aid certificates and filed them away. Then I printed out 30 copies of a letter to be mailed out with them, except that the printer had some bug I had to get around. And I tried to print out address stickers but we had the wrong size sticker sheet. (And I got a deep paper cut on one fingertip!)
Finished forking the garden.
Dinner was fish.
We did the March and April accounts for our used book business. In March we had a profit of about $250, but our April profit was completely negated by the purchase of a new bookcase.
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