Friday

So, yesterday Leah had her eyes shot with lasers. It is pretty amazing. They slice a flap off the front of your eyeball with a laser. Then they zap your eye with another laser, changing the shape of your eyeball's lens. Then they put the flap back in place. Then they do your other eye. The whole thing takes about 15 minutes (including all the prep time). And then you can see.

Things are apparantly a bit hazy (like Monet, according to Leah), for a day or so, and then as your eyes heal, your vision becomes sharper. Crazy.

Last night I went to the library to see if I could find any books on CD for Leah to rock. I managed to track down The Great Divorce, and a copy of Angela's Ashes, as read by the author...

In other news, it is the yearly office Christmas party tonight. Good times. They have done away with the whole sit-down dinner affair (ever since joining the ever-profit-conscious ranks of the mega-corporate world), which is a good thing, 'cause you can show up, hang around for a while, and then leave fairly early if you want to (which I usually do).

This Saturday evening there will be a singing Christmas carols in Christie Pitts event. It will feature a bunch of local churches (including FT)... and hopefully there will be a bunch of snow by then somehow (doubtful).