It's overwhelming, microscopic moments in the day in which I want to take the sleepshades off. It does not occur when I'm on a travel lesson, or attempting to locate a misplaced or forgotten itemm in the kitchen; it happens when I step into the bathroom, or for a second when I'm waiting in a line. The mind plays tricks on us all and this is one of those tricks I can't figure out.
Here is another overwhelming and brief thought;much like that Twilight Zone episode where a man complains about not ever having enough time, and he loves to read, then finally time stopsstill just for him and he finds himself in a library, but has the misfortune of breaking his reading glasses. Well, There I was, bored, nothing to do except lose time. There were books all around me, volumes upon volumes, and all in braille. I can't read braille as of yet. Sad, it is just sad.... I hate to say it, but it must be said:If you cannot read print, and cannot read braille, you are functionally illiterate. I'm working on this braille business...
The wood shop is starting to not feel so frightining.
Travel lessons are really testing the boundreis. If I can travel without sight, and by travel I mean I've been doing this for only about 3 weeks and am already feeling the ninja skills growing.
When one comes to a small town, one does begin to gossip. Man I've never trashed talked so much in my life and enjoyed it.
I've gained about 7lbs.
Hitting the gym soon.
