How many fingers
Seeking a ceast-and-desist order, for an unexpected headache. The usual dose of ibuprophen has been swallowed, and now I am trying to be patient. A long day, out in the light, with some chemical soup in the eyes can bring discomfort. I know this.
Another afternoon with the worst video games ever. That’s my take on my semi-annual visit to the eye doctor. My vision is stabilized, and my ability to read the alphabet is down, a bit. One letter at a time. I also can count fingers, if the lighting is right.
This was my first city trip in a while, and we did get some other things done. Can’t just have fun and games. There is a new windshield wiper on the car. There is fuel, in the car. We have more dog biscuits and chocolate in the stores from the stores (confirmed that radio reception is still pathetic).
A provincial election has been called, although I don’t know when we actually mark the ballots. Very curious to see who will present. There is a low defining our fixed election dates, and it has been ignored, again. Strategy, I guess. It would be fun to see the rule makers and rule breakers be brought to a public meeting. A chance to explain why. Won’t happen, because these people are bullet proof when it comes to following the rules.
There was take-away for supper. The Thia place has returned, like a phoenix, and I will get two sessions out of one bowlful. Good, and filling. I keep telling myself that this is healthy, as I chow down.
