Much as I like my black glasses with the red trim, I had to trade them in today for my other pair of "tortoise shell" glasses (that make me look like a school marm) because they are the latest ones I got and are the strongest. I had a bit of a hard time reading the text on television to the point that it was hurting my eyes, so that was no good. I had to stop being stubborn and start wearing this second most favorite pair and convince myself that I looked just as nice. I think I did a good enough job of that and am not embarrassed to be seen in these. I do keep thinking, "What in the world do I have on my nose?" It will take a few days to get used to these.
I am having a cup of coffee to keep up my spirits and to prevent me from going to bed prematurely because it is way too early to think about that. I am not feeling as jolly as I could be and am trying to artificially induce happiness. The Exfactor bought little bottles of dry white South African wine for me and each one holds two glasses. I can drink one or two glasses before I go to sleep at night. The bottles have a screw on top so I don't have to bother with a cork, which I am no good at. I am already looking forward to the first glass, but I am going to postpone it for just a bit. I don't want to become a greedy alcoholic. God forbid I should permit myself another vice.
I am almost done with a book by a social and political commentator whose opinions I value a lot, and now I am a bit desperate for reading material. I will probably end up reading a novel from my own bookcase that I have already read and know by heart. I don't know if I am adventurous enough yet to start on something completely new, although I do feel a mild curiosity. Maybe I will feel bolder once I have had a glass of wine. I think you do have to be in a relaxed state of mind to start reading a new novel.
Despite the cups of coffee, I am yawning like a fool and almost collapsing in the chair. I will take that glass of wine to bed with me and hopefully leisurely drink it there.