New holes
I’ll go to bed, tonight, with a few more holes. Thirty-two, to be exact; I counted, while the laser pulsed on eye #2. I can still see, so my fears were unfounded.
Still, we are warned to not look at a laser, and then the doctor sits me down, puts a lens in front of my face and plays Space Invaders for what felt like a very long time. Don’t know if he made high score for the day. I was off and racing for the door as soon as I could make the break. Lost that identity bracelet, to recover my anonymity. And then, we crossed town to hide out, in an arena full of pots and pans. After all, nobody would think to look for me there.
I showed great willpower, and did not buy a new pot to boil lobsters.
We had lunch in our comfort zone. Had a menu that simply said “Comfort zone” (meatloaf and mashed). Enough food that I was able to skip supper. Fed properly, I felt ready to go to the dogfood store, because, you know, we have a dog. He likes those liver treats!
While in the city, we also made an appointment with the car dealer; that “air bag fault light” does not inspire confidence. I’m sure it will be some little thing, but without the service manual, I’ll abstain from poking at things that explode on impact. And I’m also skipping another night of camping. Not ready to test my navigation skills in a crowded world of other people’s tents under a moonless sky.
