Laughter has been said to be the best medicine.
Today is the last day that I have to work on a costume for a play tomorrow night at church. So I cut it out and sat down at my vintage Singer to get it done. Black fabric, black machine, dark cabinet---I couldn't see what I was doing. I got up, turned on the light to my left, turned on the light to my right and started sewing again. I couldn't see. So, I pulled open not only the curtains but also the sheers and started sewing again. I still can't see what I'm doing. At this point I'm just sewing along sort of guessing where I'm at and getting more frustrated by the minute. I'm almost in tears! My eyes, my eyes! They're deteriorating every second it seems! Then I realized that I hadn't turned on the machine's light. LOL Once I turned it on I could see fine. Now I'm wondering which is going to be gone first, my eyes or my mind. LOL