Blind day

You know, before I came to Italy I didn't use my alarm clock. My mom woke me up every morning; I could not be trusted to wake myself up. It wasn't till this morning - when I slept through my alarm clock for the only the second time since I've been here - that I realized that I get myself up every morning. Admittedly I've shifted the time my alarm clock rings from 6:30 to 7:00 to 7:15, but I'm still up on my own and downstairs in time for breakfast every morning.

The result of getting up late on this particular morning, however, was that I did not have time to put in my contacts. I pulled on my pants, a shirt, and my jacket, and I could have sworn I put my contacts case in my pocket before I left the house. Well, shucks. When I reached school (a 10 minute drive away, so I couldn't go back), I reached into my pocket for the case, and found the memory stick I'd thought I'd lost three days ago. That was nice, of course, but there was that rather significant deterrent that I couldn't see more than a foot in front of my face. Growing gradually more apprehensive, I began to search my other pockets. And searched them again. And a third time just to be sure. And just as I suspected, I'd left my contacts at home. So I suffered through the day, going from class to class unable to see for beans, unable even to make out things by squinting. I never appreciated my contacts more than I did when I got home and put them in. I love you, contacts! You help me function every day and I never realized it till now. But now I see!

In other news, I've done little to no homework this week, have started knitting a shawl, and am going to Venice tomorrow after school; up for the weekend for Carnivale! The only sketchy part is that we're staying in a hostel on the mainland (I called too late, after all the non-suspicious hostels were full, bugger) named "Camping Fusina." I'm more than a little worried, but... we'll see! Optimism always, guys! Anyway, the director okayed it, so it must be safe.