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worsening astigmatism
Tuesday, April 8 2025
I went to lunch in the upstairs conference room used mostly just for that again today, and again I did the thing where I went 15 minutes late so as to avoid a whole half hour of its king. I didn't have a great experience, but it was tolerable, and I feel like I'm forming better relationships with my colleagues. (One of the guys in the lunchroom court had had to let me in this morning because I'd forgotten by key fob.)
On the drive home this evening, I needed to take a little longer than usual so I wouldn't return home during another Zoom hypnosis session Gretchen was having between 3 and 4 pm. So I took a left on Kripplebush and headed north on Pine Bush Road along the base of a wooded ridge, the east-most foothill of the Catskills (the same line of elevation that our house sits atop). The road was small and winding and the countryside was bucolic and picturesque. Eventually I was spit out onto Atwood which took me back to US 209, though I would've preferred to end up on Mill Dam Road and bypass Stone Ridge entirely.
As I was driving, I was noticing that my eyes weren't working as well as they normally do. Not only were there some large floaters drifting across my field of view, but my astigmatism was worse, and was no longer being completely corrected by my prescription glasses. This caused objects to smear out vertically or to appear as two separate images stacked vertically on top of each other. The first time I'd become aware of my astigmatism was back in 2007, when I had my first flurry of large floaters and found that I couldn't resolve images clearly across a darkened room. Now, though, my astigmatism was so bad that it was manifesting in the full light of day (it was cloudy at the time, but conditions like that would've normally been bright enough to expand my depth of focus enough to overcome the astigmatism). Clearly I would be needing a new eyeglass prescription soon. (Though, in truth, at the time I was wearing glasses from two prescriptions ago.)
After Gretchen headed of pilates, I took both dogs for another walk that started with the Woodshed Trail and ended with the Farm Road. On the walk back home, I could see Neville returning down below me on the Stick Trail, which he'd doubled back on. It later turned out he was carrying an exciting cow bone abandoned by one of Crazy Dave's dogs.
While I was in the bathtub, Gretchen sent me a message wanting me to check the Grasshopper on her computer, something I had to get out of the tub to do. But there was a woman in greater NY State needing funding for an abortion (this was another week when Gretchen was doing volunteering work for NYAAF).
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