> Well, I got up this morning and reached for my glasses and the lens popped out in my hand. The one thing you can't work on yourself is your glasses, because you can't see what you are doing.

The strangest place i've ever had a lens pop out was probably 12 miles out on a bike trail by the city where i was in college. I don't think the screw was already missing, as the frame just seemed to give way and the lens drop all at once. Fortunately, the lens fell in such a way that i could catch it without stopping, so it didn't hit the asphalt and get all scratched up and nasty.

So i rode 12 miles back to my car with one good lens, holding the other eye closed to keep from getting disoriented. Driving back to school from across town was a joy, too (grumble, grumble). But, all things considered, i was really fortunate.

Mi *not that surviving any day isn't a fortunate thing* ke