I am having a bad day. I'm angry and I'm unhappy and I keep bumping into things. This morning, rather early, I went to the kitchen intending to refill my coffee cup and walked directly into a wall. I hit my head hard and kicked an Indian in the process.
Later in the day I managed to make it almost to my bedroom with a full glass of diet pepsi when I walked full into the doorframe. I spilled nothing, gods be praised but my already questionable skull was bounced about again.
Now neither of these events are all so horrendous in and of themselves save that they have been a rare occurrence in my life even since the departure of my vision, rather, I am upset by my trip to the grocery store. Of recent weeks, I have taken to joining my sister on her foray's to the grocery just for the pitiful amusement afforded by this activity that takes place outside my home. I push the cart and follow her about. I collided with three different displays before I gave up and asked her to push the cart. She didn't, she pulled it after her that I might cling ineffectually to the handles and, with all the dignity of a tethered mule, tag behind.
One more thing I can't do. One more problem to be resolved. Two more knocks on the head.