F 1 D 0 -- 2001 11 29 at 12 30 Nice people are treated badly. I went to my customer yesterday, and found there a wonderful gentleman who is hounded because of his beliefs. At his co-op home, they're making trouble for him because he wants them to start collecting recyclables in a separate container. It seems where he lives, they just throw it all out. I'm not positive but I believe the cost to the building will be three big plastic garbage cans (paper, plastic, metal). Also the cost of storage for them. And people will be asked to use them. Aye, there's the rub. I enjoyed much stress yesterday. Prior to meeting with my friend above, I had to deal with governance where * I * live. I didn't feel much, except for a headache all day. This is noteworthy. I rarely get sick. I rarely get a headache. So if something is wrong like that, it is a problem. But it surfaced at Maureen's Irish group: one of my partners for dance wanted to know how I hurt my eye. I told her I didn't hurt it at all. She insisted it was bloodshot on (her) right side, and I should check. I did, after dance. Then I became concerned. Headache all day? Blood vessels under stress? Have I inflated my blood pressure? I hope not. When I got home, I showed my eye around, and another roomie has the same problem. So maybe it isn't hypertension. Maybe he has a communicable eye thing. So in addition to everything else I don't want to do, I have to see a doctor now. I have more to say, but I've run out of time. That's all I know.