Dream diary: I was in Washington, attending ceremonial events. I had Sean Connery's car. It was very small and expensive and fun to drive. I couldn't figure out the complicated parking system, so gave it to my mother to park. I had the keys with various colored ribbons and tags, but couldn't find it. People were sitting in high seats, waiting for their cars. Someone was in a complicated arrangement drawn by a horse with livery. I woke up before I got too upset about not finding Sean's car.

Maybe I am feverish...everyone here is sick. Although Ray may not be contagious. He gets a lot of respiratory issues. He went to bed when we got home yesterday, but came down to eat when I woke him. The Captain's cold may be getting better, but his foot is swollen and painful to walk on, maybe arthritis. He will call the doctor today if it is not better, he said. Vanessa sleeps a lot and her breathing sounds bad. She sneezes. but then she gets up and cooks and does the dishes.

We were home about four and I worked on supper. Then I went to the Sultan restaurant to talk with the owner and some other potential students about taking Arabic. It would be a small class, only six at the most, meeting Tuesday and Thursday from 6-8 (with a 10-minute break) for eight weeks for $200. I am torn. It seems like a lark, but it is a big commitment. There is homework. The group includes three men (one young Asian-looking man with a hard-to-pronounce name is a student of Islam), a middle-school girl named Shelby and me. Some of them already know some. The first week, we will learn the letters. Naturally, he is a friend of the Taha family. Farah is in NY, studying psychology.