At choir practice last night we did the Nabucco finale. (I was going to compliment Carmen on how well-dressed she was, but didn't get the chance to speak to her.)
Suffered cramps in both my legs when I woke up in the morning. (Maybe it resulted from a sleeping pill.)
Dreamed of a non-existent 1950s movie with Laurence Olivier and Grace Kelly; beggars approaching us for food at my old home in Sackville, N.B.; reflecting on the strange feelings caused by changes in life, where even old things seem new.
Started forking the garden.
Dinner was salmon.
Saw a DVD documentary about Marco Polo.
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