"Laurie? Wh-what do you want me to do?"
"I want you to love me.... I want you to love me because we're not dead."
--Watchmen
Dreamed of a tree near our old house in Sackville, N.B., being uprooted by the wind; feeling anger about the execution of Julius and Ethel Rosenberg [even if one or both of them were guilty of spying, there were clearly scapegoats!]; doing more treaty port research.
Baked rye bread.
Finished Watchmen, two days before the Comics Meetup. I already want to read it again!
Resumed reading Streets of Laredo, which I'd put aside for a couple of weeks. (I was about halfway through...)
Dinner was lasagna.
Went to my first choir rehearsal in almost a month. (My voice was off.) We're doing the Habanera from Bizet's Carmen, along with a number from Boito's Mefistofele.
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