Another year, another ailment. And nobody ever tells you to expect them.
So there was Crabby Old Lady last Thursday afternoon sitting in the place she can most frequently be found – in front of the computer. She doesn’t recall what she was doing when, with no warning, there were a bunch of black strings and spots in front of one eye.
She blinked. She blinked some more. The strings and spots remained swirling here and there as Crabby glanced from side to side.