Thu, 19 May 2005

practice
There are some morening where, after waking, I cannot find my glasses. I usually leave them on my bedside table, next to the lamp, where I set them after finishing reading and turning out the light, and so my hand instinctively reaches there when I wake, but on some mornings, like this morning, there is nothing there. Sometimes they are on the computer desk, from when I fell asleep watching IRC scroll by. Other times they are on the bookshelf at the foot of my bed, whcih is a somewhat illogical place to put them, but it’s hardly beyond me to do illogical things. Other times I’ll find them under my bed, or on the bathroom sink, or atop the dryer, or in the mailbox, or stuck in a tree. My eyesight is very poor, so looking for my glasses generally takes on a very Mr. Magoo quality; squeezing my face into corners and squinting hard, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and stumbling around in the zombified and useless state where I always spend the first couple hours after waking. This used to bother and scare me a little when I was younger. Now I consider it practice for when I grow old.
(12:25.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #