If wishes were horses...

It's late, after  11, and my eyes are burning. The dry heat floating out of the vents doesn't  help. As well, my day began earlier than usual and included  a movie outing (thanks, Julie!).  It's no surprise my eyes are tired.

I wish I could still rub them.  Make a fist and press the knuckle of the first finger onto the lid and massage away  the tired, the burn... such a small thing, really, but sorely missed.

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