Again, so soon, no? Afternoon phone call, "I'd love to do something today". A film, I cried, luckily I wasn't wearing so much make-up. Why did I cry about a goddam SS officer, sad or not? Hmph. Waffles on Yonge street and coffee until close (midnight?). Everything is pretty normal again, isn't it? We played American States and laughed a lot and talked about our parents and their sometimes still lingering love for one another.