St. Lucy is the patron saint of the blind; her martyrdom included having her eyes plucked out, but then they were miraculously restored! Alleluia! Although it seems like to me it would be better to have a god who would protect you from having them plucked out in the first place, but what do I know? Anyway, that’s why she’s always shown with her eyeballs on a plate, like creepy hors d’ouvre.
Fortunately ol’ Lucy and I have parted ways since I am no longer blind. Yay, alleluia and all that stuff. My eye is all better (thanks to everyone for your concern) plus last night when I go home, I had a voicemail from my optometrist that my new contacts were ready. Obviously the miraculous hand of St. Lucy intervening. We give thanks to St. Lucy. Yo, Loo, thanks a bunch. Mean it, luv ya.
I’m still reveling in the thrill of new contacts. You never see as good as you do when they’re brand new. No scratches, no build-up, just crystal clear 20-20. Yay. The weather today is doing its best to co-operate with the dazzling sharp clarity the sun in San Francisco can have some time. The sky looks polished, it’s so bright. I’m celebrating by staring out the window while I should be working. We give thanks to Lucy.