Sorry for the lack of posts this past week. My aforementioned eye issue came on with a vengeance and sent me running to the doctor's office.
When I sat with blurred vision from my oh-so-dilated eyes, I bit the insides of my cheeks so I wouldn't laugh at the doctor. He'd affixed a contraption to his head that looked like something Christopher Lloyd would have worn in Back to the Future.
The tools of an optometrist hearken back to the 19th century and this office visit convinced me that should I ever write steampunk (which I hope to at some point) I will have a character whose home features mad inventions like those I saw the eye doctor wearing yesterday.
To the diagnosis:
My tears are evaporating too quickly. In less than three seconds. According to the doctor, anything less than ten seconds is a problem.
Apparently the world is so tragic that my tears are madly fleeing into the atmosphere in an ongoing hydrologic/emotive cycle; thus leaving my eyeballs dry and ravaged.
I was sent home with industrial-strength prescription eye drops and a new prescription for my glasses that is supposed to protect my poor eyes from computer glare.
Speaking of sad things, David Arneson one of the co-creators of Dungeons and Dragons passed away this week.
There is a lovely remembrance of him here.