Book Commercials & Misanthropic Observations

True story

I am vulnerable anytime I take my glasses off. If for any reason a take a few steps away, or forget where I laid them, I cannot see to find them. More than once I have had to call Paul and ask him to find my glasses for me. So I habitually put them in the same place and then just instinctually know where to reach for them. (this is the reason I never know how a haircut will turn out until it’s over)

Recently I reached for the brown line that my glasses look like when I don’t have them on and was disturbed and well, beginning to panic because, somehow, in the short time it had taken to take a shower, my eyes had deteriorated to the point that my glasses made no difference at all. I had finally gone blind, rather than just legally blind.

I walked into the hall and told Hannah that something was seriously wrong at which point she laughed, took her glasses off my face and went to find mine for me. Whew.