Dreamed of reflecting that I wasn't cut out for historical scholarship. (Or was I? Things seem less certain in the morning after you wake up.)
Found a big zucchini in what's left of the garden.
Dinner was lasagna.
At choir practice the La Traviata soloists rehearsed with us, and we went over all the chorus parts twice (once for either soprano). I told John George that he reminded me of Pete the fisherman on Twin Peaks.
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