I don’t have any glasses yet, but ever since I joked yesterday about losing my notes — “joked”; I really don’t know where they are but I know they’re around here somewhere — and partly also from that funny feeling you get reading the news with your shoes off and your feet up, I’ve had James McMurtry stuck in my head:

And the airline’s drowning in the belly of the beast
And they’re all bogged down from the weather in the east
And we’re not going anywhere soon

It’s thirty degrees on the Emerald Coast
I spilled my coffee and I burned my toast
And the rent car’s sitting on a flat
The internet’s down and they don’t know why
And I damn near made the desk clerk cry
And there wasn’t any reason for that

She’s camped in the shower and she won’t come out
And I don’t have a clue what that’s about
I’ll just have to wait and see
Can’t get online to check the bank
Twitter’s on fire, my stocks all tanked
But what’s really getting to me is

I keep losing my glasses