Today is my second cataract surgery. Which means two more weeks without makeup. I’ve worn eye makeup since tenth grade. I had some idea I’d hide in the house during this faceless period. Hasn’t happened. I’m surprised to find being faceless is liberating.
I once wrote a poem. I put it on Facebook. It was cute then but now it’s apt.
Personal grooming is time-consuming. Being slobby is a better hobby.
C’est vrai. (wow! Suddenly I’m bilingual) I’ve saved a considerable amount of time this past week by not smearing on foundation, brushing on eyeshadow, stroking on mascara. So will I make this my new normal? NOT A CHANCE.
In other news, I’m cheating on the book club. Our required book is Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None. I began reading but found there were way too many characters for my addled old brain to remember. Fellow book clubber told me I could find the movie on youtube. Therefore my missions for today are three-fold:
- Watch a movie
- Have cataract surgery
- Force my husband to take me to dinner because cooking after surgery is wrong.
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