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.