Discombobulated

 Just so you know, discombobulate is one of my favourite words. 

This evening, I'm discombobulated. 

I've been tired all day. It's been a big week. On signing out of my work computer, I went for a quick read before heading out for dinner with a friend. This was at 5.15 p.m.

It seems I fell asleep, as I was soon awoken from a dream.  The cat was demanding his dinner. Not that this registered. I'd been dreaming. Looking at my watch, it was 6.25. I couldn't quite work out if it was morning or afternoon. It took a bit to work out that I should have left ten minutes before. I can't remember the dream, but I know it was intense. 

The cat was fed. Knowing I'd be driving home in the dark, I cleaned my glasses, grabbed my stuff and went out, placing my sunglasses on my head. My sunglasses are the prescription kind and I'm light sensitive. 

A pleasant night was had - but imagine my dismay when I looked in my bag to find that my glasses weren't in there. 

Argh. 

How was I supposed to drive home?

Fun fact - as much as I can get around at home without them, I will not drive without prescription lenses (nor watch a movie at the cinema without them). I'm only a little short-sighted, but you have to be able to see properly to drive. 

I moaned to my friend, who said she's having similar age-related sight issues, having to put on glasses to read anything. I'm the other way - I have to take my glasses off to read or look at the phone. 

Anyway - here was my dilemma. Drive home without my glasses, technically going against the conditions on my licence - or wear my sunglasses - see clearly, even if things were a bit dark.

I went with the latter, despite looking like an idiot, but being able to see the road. Thankfully it was only a short trip from Surry Hills. 

It also put a silly 80's song in my head. 

I'm still discombobulated. I think I need my bed. 

Today's song: