Dreamed of walking along the highway from Moncton my hometown Sackville, N.B., through a Mad Max-like world of violent chaos; writing this diary on looseleaf and running out; the scene in Kung Fu where the master tells Grasshopper "When you can snatch this pebble from my hand, then it will be time for you to leave"; wishing I had a similar sign to show I was ready to leave home.
Baked home bread.
Practised my solo singing for the first time in months. My voice is in surprisingly good shape.
It's warm so I brought out my spring jacket.
Dinner was lasagna.
Went to the Toronto City Opera soloist concert. Afterward I told Giuseppe I was ready to resume singing lessons.
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