Dreamed of the exposition mazurka from the first act of Il Trovatore; relating it to Spain's long tragic history; the Scottish resort on the Isle of Islay (which we visited years ago).
Went shopping. (The sliding back door's broken so we'll have to bring the groceries in the front door for the next while.)
Dinner was scallops.
Performed Cavalleria Rusticana and Pagliacci. We managed just over 100 admissions despite the Olympics (and Wednesday usually being a thin night).
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