It was shortly before seven o’clock this morning when I awoke. One of the prescription drugs I took at 2:00 am had apparently worked its augured soporific effect. I wasn’t overly drowsy though. Because I had retired not long after nine o’clock last evening I didn’t want to spoil the uncommonly restful night by overdoing it. Besides if I linger too long in bed it only cements my arthritic ribs which then oblige annoying effort to regain something resembling mobility. As it was I alternately bended and stretched through my ritual morning ablutions which include swiping clean my iPhone to remove fingerprints. And soaping and brushing my pinky ring to maintain its brilliance (though its days are waning: I have arranged a meeting with my jeweller soon after our return to Canada). Last night before going to bed I cleaned the lenses of the spectacles I intended to wear this morning. My new “granny glasses” had already been cleaned yesterday afternoon when I removed them upon feeling the irritation of the cable temples to which I have not yet fully adjusted; otherwise I approve of them even with the limited graduated prescription (the consequence of small lenses).
