Dreamed of holding a light in front of Diane Keaton unsteadily and her saying "Do you conform to any other stereotypes?"; arguing with Mother because she wanted us to have dinner at breakfast time.
Our internet connection is on the blink. (That must be because of yesterday's thunderstorms.)
We drove to Charlottetown and Moira and I went on a walking tour led by a guy in a 19th-century costume. (There were just five of us.) He told some funny stories.
We had lunch at McDonald's again, and this time I had a lobster roll.
Then we visited Fort Amherst and went on a tour there. We returned by another scenic route.
Dinner was microwaved lasagna.
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