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Couldn't sleep last night in spite of no caffeine all day and Zzquil before bed. So read Falco one-eyed until 4, packed it in, and slept- as ever with 4 a.m. bedtimes- until 10:30. Woke to find my Good Neighbour snowblowing the sidewalks up and down from his house. Except it's SND Oliver's mom who has the snowblower and faceblind me couldn't tell if it was really the GN or SND's male tenant. OTOH can't see the tenant doing six frontages. Whatever, sidewalk is done and somebody (I suspect NND) did my steps. So all I had to do was my front path. At which point a rather late in the day bobcat came trundling down the sidewalk clearing those who don't have Good Neighbours.

Thought I'd listen to Saturday at the Opera, which became an exercise in frustration. It's on CBC-FM, but that was having some talk show. Got it on my phone, which seems to be how people are expected to listen to radio these days but is not optimal for listening to Rigoletto. Finally had recourse to my ancient boombox. Boombox's CBC is happy to play opera, so fine. How lucky I didn't put it out on the boulevard as I was tempted, since it won't play CDs or tapes anymore.

Mind, Rigoletto is shit. God but Verdi liked fridging his heroines. As did Puccini. It's not a necessity. Mozart managed not to. He fridged his hero, and good for him.