"What she had done had been too hard. It had brought her so close to death that the thought of death was comforting. She had known that feeling before--life could be so harsh that the thought of death seemed to offer the only comfort. It wasn't good to be so close to death, because death might suck you in"--Streets of Laredo
Dreamed of Joan Collins as a well-tanned prison warden(?) being assaulted by a death-row inmate just before execution time; bicycling from our old home in Sackville, N.B. to our cottage near Northumberland Strait, then from there to Amherst, N.S.; finding the Nova Scotia road blocked by a flood; hearing of a non-existent local boy joining Kids in the Hall(?).
I've been reading the mrcranky.com forums I was following just after 9/11. We were pretty thoughtful about it. (I hadn't contributed much beyond a few quotes.)
Dinner was roast pork.
Moira got a DVD of the Mozart opera Cosi Fan Tutte from the library and watched it on our new TV set in the afternoon. The picture is excellent!
Went to the Writers Meetup, again at Fiddler's Green. We talked about third-person narratives.
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