"Joe, why don't you do what I do when my wife and I have a fight?"
"What's that?"
"Lose."
--Rhoda
Dreamed of being visited at my old home in Sackville, N.B., by two friendly people who turned out to be ghosts; saying I was sorry that they were dead.
Dinner was spaghetti.
Saw the Fred Astaire musica Swing Time again.
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