I was reading in the living room last night when I suddenly realized that my best bifocals — prescription, forest green frames, tinted lenses, sturdy, comfortable — were nowhere to be found.
I went upstairs, searched all around, looked in jacket pockets…nothing. Went out to the car…zip. Back inside, thought harder about it, retraced my steps….couldn’t figure it. “It’s okay, they’ll turn up,” I said out loud. Sat down again, tried to watch a film, tried to write something…couldn’t concentrate.
And then it hit me: I was wearing them.
The entire Lost in Space episode ate up a bit more than a half-hour.
