Good Things:
Supper smells divine. Chicken with lemon and onion, grilled asparagus, and salad.
Camp in a few days!!!
I'm relaxed.
Still writing.
I have gotten lots accomplished.
Not So Good Things:
Once more, my fertility is making itself obnoxiously obvious.
Packing is boring.
I'm writing rubbish!
Slowly remembering I can't bring my laptop to camp.
One Rather Dreadful Thing:
I need bifocals. And they're a stronger prescription than my mother's.
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Ah, bifocals. The doom that hangs over my head but has not (yet) descended. Cheer up - glasses make people look smarter and bifocals are like a double dose, thereby making visual intelligence rise into the stratosphere!
You know, believe it or not, that actually made me feel a little better about it.
Also the fact that the ever-present line in most bifocals will be invisible on mine has helped.
Well, that's good. For the record, it took me several years to notice that one or perhaps even both of my parents have bifocals, and that was when I was living with them for months at a time.
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