Once again I have come down with bronchitis, just in time to miss the last concert of the choir season. Yesterday, I had no voice at all for dress rehearsal; today I can talk, but am frequently interrupted by loud, uncontrollable bouts of coughing that would add nothing good to the performance. Of course, my singing voice is reduced to a breathy squeak and a range of about eight notes.

Stratford has no walk-in clinic or urgent-care centre, so I must wait until Monday to call the doctor’s office and try to get seen before this lurgy decides to become pneumonia.

All week, the weather has been a throwback to mid-April: cold and wet. I had the furnace off for about three days, and had to turn it on again.

The trench operation on the north-side foundation of the house begins on Wednesday “weather permitting”, so the whole place will be in massive disorder for several days. I am so ready to move on to the next phase of my life, but also not in the mood for noise and mess.