New Specs

I got an eye exam this afternoon after work. Waltzed into the store, looked at frames while I waited for the optometrist, got examinated, picked out my frames, and paid for everything. When the clerk showed me the calculator with the final total, my actor facial control knob was cranked up to 11. Internally, my jaw dropped. (Don't ask me where this "internal jaw" is; maybe somewhere near the spleen.) Oh, the pain, the pain. I haven't spent that much at one time on anything other than rent.

BUT.

I realized, "Well, I'm glad I didn't have to use my credit card to pay for these sorely needed items. I had the money (emphasis on "HAD"), and that's why I go to work. So I don't have to keep wearing eight-year old glasses when my prescription has changed, or two-month old contacts that really should be thrown away." I got a fresh pair of contacts to wear for the rest of the week, and by then my new glasses and contacts should be ready. So, it's good to go to work.

(I just wish going to work meant rolling out of bed, making a cup of coffee, and sitting down at the desk in my room. Working on making that happen.)

The glasses I *almost* chose but didn't: