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It went on a Ring of Fire vacation

Every day that eye is noticeably just a little better than the day before. The weird little pale volcano erupting in plumes of fast pale smoke that then fall into its center as it collapses and vanishes, haven’t seen that one today. As one friend memorably told me ages ago when I was describing a head injury, Alison: most of us have to use illicit substances for that! (To Marshall in Singapore, that line stayed behind when you moved away.)

Come to think of it, the fake fruit fly–it’s too black and too solid and way too fast and too jerky to be any floater I ever had and besides, they cleaned out the floaters–that’s gone, too. What a relief. I’d been thinking that one was surely permanent.

I hadn’t even noticed its absence till I started typing this. Double-checked. Yeah. It’s gone. Oh that is so good.

It is amazing how instantly one can take normal for granted the moment normal returns.

Now to finish that 1×1 ribbing hat. Twice the hand motions, twice the stretch, twice the time to do, but I can knit one of those with my eyes closed. Two inches to go.

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