Like the time that I was on a cardioglide at L.A. Fitness very early in the morning and there was nobody else in the gym. Except for The Rock, Dwayne Johnson. Directly behind me. For over an hour. With three bodyguards.
And the time that I sent a funny Hallmark card with two old ladies on the front to my best friend in Saint Louis. Two years after I'd mailed her the exact same one.
Or, for instance, this morning, when I just now noticed that of the ninety pairs of disposable contacts I purchased months ago, I have precisely two left. Two. Disposable contacts that are not suitable to wear beyond a single day.
Right now I am wearing those two.
I mean, I will only be painting and handling power tools and going out for drinks with new friends this weekend. It's not like my eyesight will be that crucial.