Then it became time to leave and I still could not find them. I asked the dogs. I asked they cat. They had no input whatsoever.
I texted my client to let him know I wouldn't be there early in case he was. More time passed and I had to text him to cancel. I simply cannot drive without glasses and believe me the world is better off without me on the roads nearly blind as a bat zipping around in a Mini Cooper late for work.
By now I was beginning to feel a bit frantic and I had to slow myself down, breathing deep and even I got my emotions under control. Instead of using my eyes to find my glasses, I had to use my hands, and find them I did. Under the bed. Between the base for the headboard and the casters for the box spring. Not visible to the human eye, even with 20/20 vision. I cannot imagine they simply fell there on their own. I have a feeling they had some feline intervention? I picture little Trinity playing hockey with my glasses with Sixto watching ...
She even LOOKS guilty
Grateful for my glasses,
Nicola Byrne
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
-Edward R. Murrow
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