Dreamed of recalling Father saying he didn't care for Steve McQueen (which he really did say).
Dinner was spaghetti.
Saw the cinemacast of Franco Zeffirelli's Met production of Puccini's opera Turandot at the Sheppard Grande with the Classical Music Meetup group. The first two acts are pretty good, but it gets masochistic in the third. ("Pain is sweetness to me...")
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