Victorious Detachment in Everyday Ramblings

There is a rumor circulating around these parts that it may in fact stop raining for a few days. I am not complaining mind you, we need it, the droplets make the deep purple of the crocus shine in the weak overcast light but a break would be nice. Just a break is what I ask for so I can get my sodden patio tidied up and take a few more pictures of spring beginning to unfold in all the usual places.

It seems every February I end up taking a sick day. Today was mine. One would have thought after the enforced at-home-ness from our big storm, five days really and then a quiet wet weekend that I wouldn’t really need a day off, a break in the action.

But I did.

There appears to be some virus making the rounds that just makes one feel exhausted and cruddy. That would be me this last week.

Me, with the Victorious Detachment.

That is what autocorrect said when I pinged Kes earlier with the results of my eye exam. Hours later, after having been dilated my eyes are still a bit wonky. The good news, and it is very good news indeed, my retinas are fine, no tears, no detachment. I am experiencing age related Posterior Vitreous Detachment and there is not a darn thing I can do about it except thank the stars and the gods that I am alive to in fact experience this phenomena.

Because, apparently, if we live long enough we all experience this in some form or another. Who knew?

I need to go back in three weeks and have my eyes dilated again and rechecked but for now I am good.

And it is not raining and spring is bursting out underneath the cold gloom and the days are getting longer here and hopefully cooler if you have been hot and…