Dreamed of meeting Desiree McGraw, whom I knew at my Goodenough College stay in London in 1995.
In the morning I went on a Walking Meetup in the Forest Hill area.
Because I'd woken up early, I napped after getting back home.
Dinner was beef stroganoff.
Saw Steven Spielberg's Jaws (for the second time) at the Underground. It's best to ignore the fact that a real shark does not lurk around a beach waiting for hunters to chase him. Quint does a lot for the movie: Robert Shaw plays him with just the right degree of ham. If they were making it today, they'd show the shark a lot more and it wouldn't be as good.

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