Waterworks

Slowly but surely, I am getting into a routine. Now that the first week with its summer cold is over, and the first weekend enjoyed, I’m feeling a little more steady, a little more solid. Jesse and I have been getting up at 6:00 each morning; we’re going through that whole “Read the Bible in 90 Days” thing, because we are gluttons for punishment, or something like that. It’s actually a nice way to start the day, about an hour of reading, him on the couch and me on the loveseat, wrapped up in a quilt, glasses on, the cats eating breakfast and the house generally dim and quiet. We ease into the day. Tomorrow I may add some green tea to the mix.

Though I am recovering from the cold, yesterday I had an eye disaster. Dis-as-ter. I left the house with my left eye kind of irritated. I’d thrown away my old pair of contacts and had a fresh pair in. As I locked the door, I thought, maybe I should grab some eye drops just in case, but then I decided against it because the clock it was a-ticking and the contacts were new, so I was sure they’d settle down.

Ha. Well, the first class went fabulous, and then I ate lunch in my office (turkey sandwich—a departure from the typical peanut butter and honey, woohoo), and then I went to my second class, and by the end of that class my eye was trying to claw its way out of my skull. I had ten minutes before my last class, and I spent them in my office, trying to get my eye to stop this nonsense. Didn’t work. I showed up to my last class looking like I’d been crying, and I apologized for the appearance, made some joke about contacts, and then spent the next hour and fifteen minutes alternately weeping and itching. Oh, torture.

After class, I went home (with a quick stop on the way to surprise Jesse at work!) and took out my contacts immediately. Relief, I was sure, was on its way.

Not so! I had already given myself the rest of the evening “off” because I’d gotten so much work done in the wee hours of the morning. And how did I spend the time? Pouring about a half bottle of Visine in my left eye, rinsing it, putting a cold wet washrag on it, ordering it to Stop This Right Now, and generally sitting on the couch looking and feeling miserable.

Nice. Well, the eye seems to be better today, thank goodness. Now, I’m going to input all the quiz grades so far into the handy-dandy Excel file Jesse made me that does all the math for me. Brilliant!

Ta-ta!