That, I'm not going to miss.

As I get closer to my laser eye surgery, I find myself muttering "That, I'm not going to miss" at regular intervals throughout the day. Most notably at night when I attempt to place my glasses on the nightstand and manage to launch them on the carpet instead. As a rule, the sound of falling glasses coincides with the arrival of at least one cat who feels that the glasses would be more at home under the bed. So I climb out of bed and hunt for the glasses (gold frames, wood floor, bad eyesight = hard to find), while the cats climb into bed and watch me.

That, I'm not going to miss.