Dreamed of walking along a road near the New Brunswick end of the PEI ferry and stepping through fresh raspberries(?); imagining an English translation of the Tosti song "Ideale" [which I'd recently been learning]; being in our old Sackville house and saying to Mother "Is it real this time?" (As opposed to the dream it always is.)
Went shopping.
Got a nice cauliflower from the garden. (We have something to show for this year after all.)
Dinner was roast lamb.
Moira and I went to hear Christopher Hitchens speak at the University of Toronto's Hart House. First we had to sit through a boring debate about whether laws against "hate speech" were a good thing. (Hitchens disapproves of them, and so do I.) During the debate I had to leave for a while because of diarrhea, and I watched the rest of it from behind the entrance.
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