Baked rye bread.
They're going to change our water pipes soon, so Father and I cleared space in the basement. There was a bag of cement that had gone hard in the damp, but when I brought it upstairs and put it down, it split into pieces. (Dust galore!)
Dinner was sausages and quinoa.
At choir practice we rehearsed Nabucco from start to finish, including the soloists' numbers. (Paradoxically, it seemed shorter.) I flirted with Carmen, asking what music she was playing in the car on the way here.
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