My eyes hurt. A lot.
I’m sure it has nothing to do with posing for this picture.
No really. They’ve been hurting longer than that but that picture certainly wasn’t the cure. They have been bothering me for a week and a half, and I finally forced myself to go to the eye doctor to find out why.
(The last time I went to the eye doctor, Noah traumatized me with his insistence that the chairs in the waiting room were the absolute best thing he’d ever climbed over and jumped off.)
(He especially liked the ones right next to little old ladies.)
Anyway. I went to the doctor.
It turns out I have an allergic reaction and an eye infection in both eyes, so that would explain why my eyes have made me want to do nothing but sleep for nine days.
And as such, they certainly don’t want me writing. Or thinking. Or staring at this screen.
So I’m going to take a few days off and try not to look at screens (which I will fully fail at I’m sure), and I’ll be back to writing after this tiny vial of drops heals me of all ocular ails.
In the meantime, give me something to think about for the next few days: it’s time for you to ask me anything. What burning questions do you have about the universe that I can answer for you?
Wait. I said I wasn’t going to look at screens.
Maybe I’ll figure out how to get Siri to read your comments to me.
Anyway, ask away. I’ll be back to answer soon.