Sigh. I never wanted to kvetch in my blog, but I’m freakin’ frustrated at this point. I haven’t had a decent night’s rest in three nights. Bandit was feeling better last night–for a while he was trying to be hell-on-wheels (wings?) and even landed on the dog’s head--and you would have thought I’d have been able to relax. Even Betty’s remedy of taking aspirin before bed didn’t work. So here I sit, feeling shellshocked. The remaining fluorescent light is boring a hole in my brain and between that and the glare off the computer screen I feel like hell. I know it’s the damn fluorescent lights; I can work hours at home on the computer and my eyes get tired, but they don’t hurt, nor does my head.

One thing I probably need is new glasses, but having looked at frames at places I can afford, I note with dismay that those horrid, narrow John Lennon-type glasses are back “in.” I didn’t even like them back when he first made them popular; why would I want the nasty things now?

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