Traversing the living room is getting easier (how long does a bruise on a cat take to disappear?), although the stairs are downright dangerous wearing these things.
I have only tripped over a kerb stone once. Still, the lady I groped as I stopped my fall only threatened to call the police. Actually, she may have done it, as I heard something like a siren as I drove away in my car, but I may have been mistaken. It was hard to hear anything other than shouts of the car owners whose wings and doors I was scraping.


I have about a week left to get the lenses changed free of charge or be stuck with them.