This happened

My eye doctor said I was farsighted and should wear reading glasses at work so I would stop having days in which I feel like my eyes are whole miles apart and will never focus again. Now the whole world is going to know I like Battlestar Galactica.

Also, I cut my bangs myself. Then Robin fixed them for me (results not pictured). But only a little. Self reliance +.5.

I'm behind on everything important, but slowly making progress.

I'm fighting November's 4:30 sunsets with vitamin D and strict dental hygiene. Routine is soothing. So far, okay. My poems are all lists dancing around a telephone pole.

Snowfall against the streetlights last night, wet, radiant, too brief. Is this a metaphor, blog? Choose your own adventure.