After completing "Oh Well, Maybe Next Year," I went to go get ready for the day. While my mind was occupied thinking about what in god's name I am going to do with the theater program, and how I will explain the show change to the auditorium's steering committee when we meet this week, etc...
My body did the following:
I took off my glasses.
I walked to my contact case, opened it, threw the contents in the trash.
I went back to my dresser, put the case down on the bureau.
I put my right hand to my right eye to try to take that contact lens out.
I tried this three times, my to the dismay of my right eye.
I realized I had no contact lens in my eye because this was the Morning, the time when I am supposed to be putting them IN. Not discarding old solution and taking them out.
So I tried to pick up the contact out of the case.
Three times.
I couldn't get it.
I squinted, and brought the case myopically close to my face.
My mind broke in with: "WTF, I clearly had not used enough solution the night before."
I added solution to the case, to moisten the lenses.
Still I couldn't get them out.
I looked even more closely. There were no lenses.
I walked to the trash.
There were lenses.
I am, at best, a cross between Mr. Magoo and Sister Mary Amnesia.
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