Curt went in for his eye doctor’s appointment this morning and I went with him in case I needed to drive home. The doctor was late, but finally Curt was called in. “Back in two winks,” he said.

It took a little longer than that, but eventually he came out. “I’m A-Okay,” he announced with a big smile. “I won’t need a seeing-eye dog for at least another six months.”

“Great news,” I told him. “That means I won’t have to polish up on my braille writing skills.”

Curt laughed. “But Amy, would you still love me with glasses?”

“I’d have to see,” I said. Meaningful pause.

Curt laughed again. “They dilated my eyes, so I’ll have to wear sunglasses. Looks like you get to drive us home.”

I stopped at the Blue Coyote Café to celebrate the good news. I got green tea and a blueberry scone. Curt had coffee and a bagel and a cranberry muffin and most of my scone. We were mostly finished when I leaned close to Curt and said, “See those people at the table over there in the corner?” I nodded in that direction. A large woman had a laptop in front of her, a petite woman was sitting to her right, and across the table from the small woman was an empty chair, but there were three coffee cups on the table.