Once upon a time--
I got a new pair of contacts. I loved them. I could sleep in them. I went outside to work in the yard. I raked and blew the old leaves with my blower.
I got pollen under my contacts but I didn't know that. I couldn't get the contacts out that night BUT that was okay. These new contacts were designed to be slept in.
I am a fool.
The next day my eyes were the size of bulging tennis balls. I tried to teach. My graduate students sent me home because they didn't like looking at me. I didn't like looking at me.
The eye doctor told me I had made a bad decision. I don't think I've raked since that day.
Raking is overrated, anyway!
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