Okay, it's going to be a weird day when having dribbled coffee down your front before 8:00 a.m. isn't the worst thing that's happened to you all day.

Yes, when I woke up this morning, the Great Eye Plague had not magically evaporated. I don't understand that.

I don’t know what's up with my body these days. For decades we had an agreement. It kept running along smoothly without my intervention and I gave it an unlimited supply of potato chips. A few years ago, and thanks to the R.C., I decided to get all healthy and stuff. I lost 22 lbs (still working on that last 5), exercised at least occasionally, and started eating things like, well, broccoli. Now my body is disintegrating. (Mind you, I look fabulous.) (In the "looks healthily thin and fit" category.) (Not so much in the eyeball category.) (At the moment.)

Anyhow. Digressions aside, my eye is even more sort of red and feeble looking today than it was yesterday, and it wasn't that pretty yesterday. I called the eye doc and I have an appointment for tomorrow afternoon.

I also had to have them order me a new contact lens for that eye. In some kind of suspicious and highly unlikely coincidence, when I was cleaning my left lens last night, it fell into two pieces. That's never happened before.

Now, of course, I suspect that I have some rapidly mutating plague that will eventually decimate the functions of my body and cause me to expire in a pool of goo.

Be honest. It's all going to end in tears, isn't it?

It's entirely possible that it wasn't wise of me to have watched the entire first season of ReGenesis in two days.

Me being me, I guess it was natural that I'd immediately start developing symptoms of weird biological infestations. (Still. It was an excellent show and I thank my friend for loaning me his tapes. I hope it airs in the USofA some day. Or maybe that they offer DVDs we can buy.)

Ugh. I look so ghastly. And since I don't know what's wrong with my eye, I don't know if sitting here staring at a computer monitor all day is going to do it any harm or not, you know?

I suspect that my only other project, packing up stuff around the office and kicking up pounds of decades-old dust in the process, wouldn't be the smartest thing I could do today either.

I don't even know if I should have left the contacts out this morning. I had to wear them, though. My glasses lost a screw and I can't wear them at the moment. (I had an old left one that I was keeping "for an emergency.")

Sigh. Maintenance. What a bore.