"Being a New Yorker means never having to say you're sorry"--Lily Tomlin
Dreamed of the Von Trapp family being stuck on a steep mountain face; a non-existent Vanity Fair article on an Austrian recruited by the Nazis for a spying mission with a front as an antiquarian specializing in Korean wells.
Baked raisin bread.
Went out to the Sheppard Grande and bought Met opera cinemacast tickets. Then I went to the World's Biggest Bookstore and bought Watchmen and Dream of the Red Chamber. (It's written by Tsao Hsueh-chin, and they shelved it under H instead of T!)
Dinner was spaghetti.
Went to a book club at the Centre for Free Inquiry. We discussed the Christopher Hitchens book slamming Mother Teresa, which I hadn't read.
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