Sigh. Back to spindly, wonky vision.

Seems that the special stronger dilators my doc uses wear off … and then some. I was so not a happy camper this morning. After getting my meals, I wasn't feeling well, so crawled into bed. Inadvertently fell asleep, waking up at 5:48 … oops, too late to order next week's meals. Finished redistribution of the phone list for the blind group and emailed it to the three volunteers. Whew. Caught up on my recorded TV, watching a fascinating Bull (I love it when the investigative team digs SO deeply they uncover the real perp and coverup), as well as a ho-hum MasterChef Jr.

Anyway, I'd better think about bed, even though I'm not looking forward to tomorrow's blind book club. We're just reading books that depress us.