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Dreams from last night have come and gone. Don't recall what they were about. They were shadowy and dark like scenes from an old movie.

The street repair people descended today. They were ripping off the surface of the street and laying in new asphalt. They were dirty and noisy. They raised clouds of dust and dirt as they stripped away the old surface. They were efficient but really intrusive.

Watched a Coen brothers' film Miller's Crossing. It was a typical Coen movie with lots of violence, betrayals, and comic book-like scenes. Had some good actors but the story drove the action.

The week has zoomed by. I feel like I'm on a runaway train. It's careening along, out of control, and all I can do is hold on and ride the ride.