One Lens Fixed, One To Go

      Yesterday's laser surgery was scary but bearable.  A lot of measuring and checking my vision beforehand, a little more after, and a degree of light-sensitivity that I do not enjoy.

      Mostly, the experience was emotionally draining.  Once I got home and sat a spell, Tam talked me into going over to Half Liter for a nice St. Patrick's Day dinner  (late lunch?  Early supper?), after which I returned home and crawled into bed, where I remained, mostly asleep, for the next fourteen hours.

      And now today, I have to do it all over again.