Dreamed of a non-existent Harry Potter adventure where the high tower of Hogwarts came under attack, Harry was forced to retreat downstairs, and most of the school's senior class was wiped out; prowling in the neighbourhood around our old house in Sackville, N.B., and getting a reputation as a "character"; seeing someone mowing a lawn and being afraid for my toes.
Went to the drugstore and replenished my Cipralex and iron pills.
Today's Moira's 50th birthday so we went to Red Lobster. I ordered New Orleans salmon, which was extremely sharp.
Headache!
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