I realised last night that I haven't actually had my eyes tested since I was 12 or so. Never needed to - if there's one bit of this body that's pretty much worked perfectly, it's my eyes. Now there's something 'kind of' wrong. I can focus fine. My acuity's as good as it ever was - my comfortable reading distances haven't changed at all. But, somehow, things seem just a little too bright, and there's a kind of 'sparkliness' to things - anyone who's done mushrooms or stuff like that will know what I mean :) So off to the oculist, probably - if nothing else, I wouldn't mind some reassurance that there's nothing to worry about.
Plusfurthermore, I have a story hatching :) It's being a little irksome, because I know pretty much what the beginning is, and I'm fairly sure about the middle, and what should happen at the end (maybe), but I can't yet work out what gets us from the middle to the end. *grin* And the really weird thing about it is that while I have a fair idea of the two main characters, one of the minor ones is utterly fleshed out. She's alive and kicking, and doing the "ignore them, talk about memememe!" act :)
The only problem is that it's somehow a bit too Diana Wynne Jonesy at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I almost revere her, but... it's not so much that she writes optimistic fiction (frex, Black Maria isn't what I call cheerful, by any stretch of the imagination), but that things generally do seem to turn out OK in the end... and I'm not sure that I want this story to be at all 'and they lived happily ever after'. I dunno. Maybe I should just work on it some more and see what boils out of the septic tank of my subconscious.
Hm. OK. I just really wanted to let you all know that I'm OK.