Just one of those things...

The earpiece of my glasses snapped off this morning while I was talking with a client.

They haven't been fitting well for a while - the earpiece has been loose and wobbling. Tightening the screw didn't help - that wasn't where it was loose. So my glasses kept twisting askew on my face, and I kept fiddling them back into position. Until today.

I reached up reflexively to fiddle my glasses into position, and the lenses came right away without the right earpiece. I fumbled for it, trying not to lose track of my sentence, but there are some things you can't do without losing your savoir faire.

"It's still behind your ear," my client said. I plucked the earpiece from where it perched uselessly atop my right ear, set it on the desk, and went on with the interview.

This evening's exciting last-minute entertainment: a trip to the optometrist. Maybe they can be fixed, but somehow it seems unlikely.

Two pleasant things.

The nice young woman at For Eyes found an earpiece that fits, but does not match, my glasses frame, and fastened it on for me. Total elapsed time: less than ten minutes.

"Thank you, that's wonderful," I said. "How much?"

She looked surprised. "Oh, it's no charge."

And this was after I told her I'd bought the glasses somewhere else. My next pair is definitely coming from her.

Leaving the glasses shop, I discovered that two new restaurants have opened up within two blocks of the alt.polycon 12 hotel. One is a small cafe and antiquarian bookstore, serving inexpensive sandwiches, coffee drinks, and desserts. The other seems to serve upscale American food with an accent on regional Southern flavors. Mmmm. Let's hope they both survive until January.

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Good news: I got everything out of my cabinets in preparation for the exterminator, and didn't see a single roach while doing so. I'm running the dishwasher now, and once I empty it in the morning my kitchen should be ready for toxins.

Also good news: I ran into my next door neighbor Michael while we were both taking out the trash, and asked him if he'd seen any bugs at his house. (He hasn't.) He pointed out that the city recently tore up our street to do some utility work - a few weeks ago, in fact, so approximately at the same time that we started seeing roaches. Neighbor-Michael thinks that our roaches probably came in when their natural lair was disturbed by the utility workers. If so, that might mean that they don't stick around once we've treated the house.

Bad news: I didn't ask the exterminator what I should do with all of the things I took out of the cabinets. They're in my living and dining room right now, piled in huge mounds on the dining table, heaped up in laundry baskets sitting on chairs, stacked on the coffee table. What happens next? Will the exterminator bring some sort of tarps to cover them up with? Was I supposed to remove them from the house completely? Will he just avoid spraying the foodstuffs with poison? I should've asked, damn it, and now it's too late.

Also bad news: I forgot to have dinner, in all of the excitement. Now I'm tired and I don't feel hungry, but I should probably eat something. Something that doesn't involve any unrefrigerated foods, dishes, silverware, or cooking implements. Hm. I have some yogurt smoothies in the fridge. Doesn't that sound like a tasty, healthy supper?