Pickup line: "Lizzie--is that short for something?"--Undeclared
Dreamed of a non-existent Elmore Leonard novel involving illegal immigrants, drug smuggling and a Lake Superior shore property whose late owner was slowly developing it into a tourist attraction; bicycling around my hometown of Sackville, N.B.; encountering an Arab yelling at his wife; the Johnny Cash song "Folsom Prison Blues"; noticing Tom Hanks living on Toronto's St. Clair Avenue(?).
Went shopping.
Moira returned from Kingston.
Dinner was lasagna.
Downloaded some software to make JPEG images small enough to post through resampling. (It was shareware, and I contributed to a fund they endorsed for girls' schools in India.)
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