Falling down

 As I grow older, I am more unsteady.

I fall down--usually coming inside from outside.

Today I fell and broke my glasses.

I don't need them to read or do what I do on-line, but I do need them to drive.

Bern, somehow, found my old glasses and they will let me drive until I see the Eye Doc next week and get new glasses.

We shall see!

(Sorry, I didn't mean to make that allusion.)