Dear Kid,
I went to the eye doctor earlier.
The good news is that all the parts of my eyes are in lovely shape. The doctor had a marvelous time exclaiming over the excellent surgery I had years ago.
And oh, the joy of dilated eyes. (For the record I can barely see to type this, so I’m blaming Dr. C for any and all errors.)
Then came the Choosing of the New Frames. Basically, try on 1,984 frames and reject 1,984 frames. Have an in-depth discussion with the consultant about skin color, hair color, style options, and the fact that my glasses spend most of their time on the top of my head.
Green glasses. Ooh, neat. Very cool.
Red glasses. Very fun, very interesting design.
But the winner?
Ah, my friend. You will have to wait until the glasses return from the lab and I get to wear them to see.
In the meantime, I’m going to go close my eyes until they return to normal.
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