I had my right eye done on Monday. I won’t entertain you with highlights as I did in Psychedelic Surgery. The novelty has worn off but the after effects of my right eye surgery are of interest, to me at least. I am now a cataract free character. Try saying that five times in a row. Why you’d do such a thing is beyond me…

I was informed that my up-close vision would be effected, so I’m not complaining, much. It’s worse than expected so far. Until my cheaters arrive, I’m having a hard time using my iPhone’s fun features or even texting. Shorter Adrastos: I’m having app Scrabble withdrawal.

Why didn’t I just go to the drug store and get reading glasses? I have a big head. My hat size is 8 1/2 and I’ve often dealt with a limited supply of frames. Is it big head discrimination? Of course not, but it’s why I had to buy reading glasses online.

I just slipped and called them reading glasses. I prefer the term cheaters. Slang is my jam.

My eyes are tiring easily, so I’m not posting about the political doings of our insane president and his disastrous administration today. Suffice it to say: Oy, just oy.

More reluctantly, I’m not commenting in detail on the first week of the Supreme Court term. The MAGA Justices have undermined the majesty of the phrase, First Monday In October with their shadow docket antics, which gave birth to Kavanaugh stops. Justice Bro gave the thumbs up to ICE stops based on race and ethnicity. Not a good look for a judge who likes to go on about color blind justice. The only color this ruling makes me see is red.

The featured image is from the swell Ray Milland movie, The Man With The X-Ray Eyes. I don’t have blue eyes or wear bandanas on my forehead, but it captures the moment. I didn’t realize how limited my pre-op vision was until I first walked into the light after the second surgery. To say that it’s bright is an understatement, which is something I’m not known for. What can ya do?

Speaking of bright lights, the last word goes to Asia: