I may or may not have lost another contact lens under my eyelid.
I decided to do some wait-knitting, again. I brought my glasses with me this time. My glasses that are two prescriptions too old. At least I wasn't knitting socks.
This is actually clearer than what I saw with dilated eyes:
I'm getting new glasses, y'all. They're pink! Pink-ish. (I may or may not show them to you after they arrive in a few weeks. Ah, the joys of living on an island.)
God is good.