No, not for this blog.
But for this blogger.
Saturday morning basketball began with a bang for me. Actually, it was a snap. Fortunately near the end of the game. My cat-like reflexes caught both pieces of my glasses before they hit the floor. Even without being able to see clearly.
So, an unplanned trip to the eye doctor (had to update the perscription - they don't have my old frames in stock anymore) and the selection of new specs were added to my Saturday plans.
My hope is that they are the last pair of glasses I'll ever own. Not because I want to die young, but because I'd like to have laser surgery before too long.
That was the most expensive game of basketball I've ever played.