Headache!

"It would not be surprising if that were the case, because it is evident to me that in my imagination the power of my afflictions is so intense and contributes so much to my ruination that I am powerless to prevent it and I become like a stone, bereft of all sense and awareness; I become conscious of this truth only when people tell me and show me the evidence of the things I have done while that terrible  attack has control over me, and all I can do is lament my fate in vain, and curse it to no avail, and offer as an excuse for my mad acts the recounting of their cause to all who wish to hear it, for if rational men see the cause, they will not be surprised by the effects, and if they cannot help me, at least they will not blame me, and anger at my outbursts will be transformed into pity for my misfortunes"--Don Quixote

It's got cool the last couple of days, and I got another big headache.  At tonight's opera rehearsal, where we were doing the part with Olympia the dancing robot, I had to leave halfway through.

Sunday was the first fall rehearsal for my singing group.  We sang "Come By the Hills" and the Irving Berlin song "Blue Skies." It was our accompanist's birthday, and someone brought a cake!

I've been doing a lot of different stuff at Alok Mukherjee's campaign office.  Tuesday  I took a wall map of the riding and colored the 200-odd poll zones according to our party strength:  weakest blue, weaker yellow, medium green, orange stronger, red strongest. (If it were up to me, I'd make yellow medium and green weaker, but that's just me...) We have four red zones but none blue.  As I expected, the NDP is strongest in the southwest and weakest in the middle with the Forest Hill millionaires: millionaire socialists are a cliche!  But we've been gaining strength in the area east of Yonge Street.

Wednesday the History Meetup discussed Korea. (I finished reading the background book on the way there!) Now I've started reading Mark Mazower's The Balkans:  A Short History for next month.  It turns out that the Balkan Peninsula only got its name in the 19th century!

Our house used to have a fireplace that's long been walled up.  John's been removing the now-exposed chimney one brick at a time, to make more room, and Moira and I have been toting them to a pile outdoors.