I was supposed to be going to bed early tonight so I can get an early start to a road trip to reconnect with friends I haven’t seen in five years.
I was supposed to have an awesome time re-telling college stories, and visiting a place near and dear to my heart.
I was supposed to spend a couple of days with my mom before coming back to Bethlehem.
But my eyes aren’t supposed to float apart. So it means using the time to figure out how to pace the strain I put on my eyes to see if I can go a few more months before I finally give in to surgery.
One song keeps rolling around and around in my head for this moment:
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