Dreamed of the upcoming last episodes of The Sopranos, being a mystery thriller where the rest of Tony's family finds out who killed Adrianna [it was Tony], set near our cottage near my old home in Sackville, N.B.
Dinner was spaghetti.
At choir practice we went through the whole Christmas concert program again, and this time I had my music!
Four of my Ebay comics packages didn't sell. But at least I sold the Little Orphan Annie and They'll Do It Every Time lots.
The grandfather's fantasy world in William Wharton's Dad, where he imagines if he'd stayed in New Jersey, reminds me of my frequent dreams where I'm still in Sackville.
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