Today, Grace and I saw a new eye doctor.
We arrived at 2:30 p.m. and left at 5:45 p.m.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, I have been thoroughly soul-searched.
Also? I have new contact lenses that help me forget that I am at the age where the small print is really too small to read.
And my 9-year old daughter will soon have glasses to replace the ones she lost mysteriously sometimes after February 26 of this year. I fully expect that those glasses will appear the day we pick up her new glasses.
Or maybe we’ll just be better able to see them with our newly corrected vision.
In case you were wondering, I am among 5% of the population who has flatter corneas than the rest of you. Just when I thought I really knew myself, I find out something new.
I wonder how long I can think of random sight-related things to say? We’ll never know because now I need some shut-eye.