"...this young lady [Fanny Dorrit] was in the habit of declaring the same thing once for all every day of her life, and even several times a day"--Little Dorrit
Dreamed of reading a novel narrated by a cowboy, about his wry world view; losing my place and trying to figure out where I'd stopped; a new art-film cinema in my hometown Sackville, N.B.
Baked whole wheat bread.
Went shopping.
We put some of the detritus from the sun room renovation into a corner in the back yard.
Dinner was pork chops.
Went to the Games Meetup. I won at Smallworld, where my races were stout ratmen, bivouacking skeletons and heroic giants. I also won at the American version of Ticket to Ride--for the first time, I think--and by a street: I filled all seven of my tickets, and got 160 points! I also played Puerto Rico and Tsuro, and still managed to leave early. (Games can go quickly when only three people are playing.)
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