Epiphany

My close up vision is deteriorating. I actually have a couple of pairs of reading glasses in a drawer somewhere, dating back to when I had to go through the girls’ hair for nits regularly when we lived in Island Bay (thanks,  Island Bay School!)  but I think needing close up glasses for work is probably a sign from God that it’s time to retire. Unfortunately Simon is going to need a more unequivocal sign of God’s will – he’s thinking more in the order of a lightning strike directly on my annual practicing certificate, reducing it to a ball of ash.