Panic Panic!

I am nearly blind. Take off my glasses and I can't see much of anything. Now, there are times I don't mind it (middle of the night glance in the mirror and look! No wrinkles) but for the most part it's highly inconvenient.

Yesterday was probably one of the last hot days of summer. It was near 90 and sunny, just about perfect for the beach. Sam and I met a bunch of other people and had a rip roaring good time in the water. The kids were swordfish, octopus (octopie?), and sharks and were circling, hungry for a kill. I dove into the water to escape the kiddie fish and lost my glasses. Panic panic panic! I started blindly sweeping the sand under the water and for a few scary minutes I thought they were lost forever. I nearly wept with joy when I found them.

I have to admit that one of the things that I worry about when I get all morose and think about the apocalypse (rare, never fear) is that I'll break or lose my glasses and not be able to see. How did people do it in the past? I know life was less eye-intensive with less reading material available to the average person, no computers or TV. Still, reading by candlelight? Yikes!

Don't worry, I don't JUST worry about being able to see during the apocalypse, I also worry about how long preserved food will last, if there will be enough people around to maintain any sorts of utilities, etc. You know, very productive things to worry about.

I think what it all means is that I don't have any real worries.