Dependent

Today I went to work without my glasses. I was four or five miles down the road this morning and running late when I realized I had left them on the night table. I decided I could make it one day without them, in hindsight I was not that late and nothing was as pressing as me spending the day without my crutch.

To see what I am writing I have to squint, it is terrible, my forehead is all wrinkled up and I am getting a headache. How did I make it this long? Peter has a new binky, an object he can't live without, I feel like having a temper tantrum, or packing it up and heading home. I have become dependent on my glasses.