Clarity

This morning opened with a young woman delivering a dramatic monologue of her own composition, "How I Got My Second Strike," on the bus. Good sense of pace and organization. She skimped a bit on the illustrative detail, though, and combined with her deadpan line reading, the whole lacked punch.

This afternoon, I picked up my new glasses, and marvelled at being able to read storefronts across the street.
I can see for miles and miles...


Today's earrings: turtles, shells

Bedtime reading: Pyramids, Terry Pratchett