Dreamed of the Australian singer Rolf Harris [later convicted of pedophilia]; reflecting that Britain's New Labour is despicable; a comedy about an FBI father and his young athlete son; waiting in a long supermarket line to buy some jelly only to spill it just as I reached the front. Drove to Whittamore's farm market and bought corn and strawberries. [On the way back we stopped at Cedarbrae library and Father bought a couple of the book they were selling there.] Dinner was pork chops. Went to another Writers Meetup. This time we were talking about chapter titles. I came up with a chapter title list for the non-existent western novel Chaos in Taos. We ended up talking about the off-colour humour in Warner Brothers cartoons... Practised my singing for the first time in three days. I had to compete with reggae music from a nearby restaurant, but my voice was in good form.
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