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Over the past few days, I (or we) have lost Malcom-Jamal Warner (Cosby Show) and Ozzy Osbourne. Both men were a part of my young adulthood and childhood, respectively. One of the first few heavy metal albums (a cassette tape) I ever owned was by Ozzy. I can't remember the album title, but "Over The Mountain" was on it, and for a while, that was my favorite song.
Today I've been writing a short story. It's unrelated to my 3820 novella, which is on hold for a little bit while I do more research. Writing was getting tiresome, almost like a job, almost like you feel when you have to get a sermon prepared. If writing for fun turns into work, it's time to lay off for a while.
Yesterday I had an appointment with my optometrist. After about 10k intrusive questions and "updates," I finally got checked in. About two weeks ago I broke my trifocal glasses. I'm currently using my old bifocal glasses. Anyway, we called the doctor, and they set up a complete appointment. I'm getting new glasses, and I've got "baby" cataracts. I have to watch for even more diminished eyesight, and if that happens, I'll have to have cataract surgery. My glasses ended up costing 112 dollars that I really don't have. Sigh. If it's not one thing, it's 100.
