This morning as I was attempting to fix a teeny tiny little chain link necklace – which took a good five to ten minutes of my time and three failed attempts – I was wondering who the patron saint of jewelry might be. Then it occurred to me that the patron saint would be none other than the optometrist.
Yes – it’s that time of year when my dry eyes convince me I need to go and get them checked yet again. I need readers which can be purchased OTC, yet I am typing this missive without them. Additionally, I am going to publish before rereading to see if by chance I was able to type accurately and better than my 65 WPM with 3 errors score I attained in high school.
Of course, you’ll never know as I usually proofread after publishing. Sometimes my brain just misses things and sometimes auto-correct really does a number. And it assumes I mean something or some word when I don’t! This prediction thing drives me nuts.
My necklace is repaired, my eyes are focused outside on the dead weeds which need my attention soon, and my Tuesday class begins soon. Oh – and I put my glasses on to proofread. Yes, auto-correct screwed up two words.