"It was November, the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines"--Anne of the Island
"Your words are pushing me away, because your hands won't do it"--Der Rosenkavalier
Slept fitfully.
Saw the cinemacast of the Metropolitan Opera production of Richard Strauss' Der Rosenkavalier at the Yonge & Eglinton. To avoid my headache returning, I left after the first act, which anyway had my favorite part (the Italian tenor song).
Dinner was McDonald's.
Took another early-evening nap.
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