Too much light! In the stores, now, and cloudy days. I need sunglasses almost all the time. The glorious bright, sunny, 85˚ F day that is today might have sizzled my brain into short-circuit, if I hadn't been prepared: Sometimes, one pair is not enough.
I have a particularly dark pair that fits nicely over my glasses, and has side & top protection, much like these:
But nope. I need more. So every sunny day like this I thank cheapskate Angi of the past, who hung on to the thing at the bottom for emergencies (I break sunglasses a lot).
It? They? It. It's a disposable insert that I got from one of the eye doctors at one of the several appointments I had to investigate my post-accident vision issues. And it is GDMF dark. But still, on sunny days, not dark enough by itself.
So, yeah. I wear them together. And in the car I still keep the sun visor down, even on cloudy days. Maybe someone could write a spoof 80s song about it. The 2 or 3 people I've explained this to in-person seem horrified. Me, I made it through most of the day. And that's all I really needed today.
I would like, someday, to return to the sun-lovin' daytime critter that I used to be. I suppose I do still LOVE the sun. I just can't enjoy the wonderful sunny days so much. I would also like to be able to coax my sense of humor out to participate in writing about these things. But so far, not so much. If only I could blame it on writing all the vampire stuff…
It all started with Mild Cheddar with Llamas and this box:
But last time I went to buy gluten free mac & cheese, the box below was all I could find. Clearly Bob or Eunice or Janelle, someone in HR, or the boss's 5-year-old, SOMEone or someONES got their way about the freaking llama. Maybe they got swamped by calls from customers upset at the notion of llamas in their mac n' cheese, or livid because their mac n' cheese did not include actual llamas but they should have known because the protein content wasn't that high.
And so, now people can buy mild cheddar… with elbows. Instead of llamas, or, say… elbow macaroni. It occurs to me that maybe there's a restriction on what you can call macaroni, as this is made out of quinoa and supergrain and not the usual bleached or unbleached wheat flour & stuff. Maybe the wheat lobby has some sort of stranglehold on the word macaroni and pasta and noodles and anything these people might add to clarify the "llamas" and the "elbows."
It sounds ridiculous, but look around and tell me you don't see any proof of more ridiculous things in our world. See? So, Mild cheddar, with elbows, and not llamas it is.
But what happened to the llama? To be continued…
I've had a rough few weeks, brain-wise. At first I thought it was 'normal' rough days, little dips on the path to better because better will not be a smooth ramp up. But the dips lasted longer and got deeper than I expected until it was clear I was not having a "minor" relapse. I'm on a new med and trying to get back on the horse. Until things are better AND more stable in their better-ness, I'm going to aim for 3 days a week here, Monday-Wednesday-Friday.
A preview of things to come: Where did the llamas go?!
See Mild Cheddar with Llamas to catch up on the llama drama. And whatever you do, if you can avoid it at all, do NOT get into a car accident and bang your head on a steering wheel.
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