Breathe In. I lost my glasses. Again. Breathe Out. They’re just glasses. Breathe In. I like them. Also, I paid a lot of money for them. And they turn into sunglasses. And we’re going away next week. I need sunglasses. Breathe Out. You have other sunglasses. Breathe In. I don’t like that I lose everything. It must be a metaphor. Maybe there’s a reason I lost my glasses in particular. Something I don’t want to see. Breathe Out. Glasses can just be glasses. Breathe In. I’ve looked in every single place where they could be. Peter always says they’re in the bed or under it. Usually. But not this time. I took the bed apart. Breathe Out. I didn’t lose them. I couldn’t have. Breathe In. And even if I did, they’re just glasses. Breathe Out. I bought a great pair of sunglasses last weekend at the flea market. They have bamboo sides and were a dollar. No problem losing them. Breathe In. Most people don’t lose their glasses. They have one pair or two and just put them on and take them off. Breathe In. I have many glasses but the ones I like are the ones I lost. Breathe Out. I think I’ll take an outdoor shower so I can stop thinking about my glasses. Breathe In. The glasses are on the shelf in the shower. Breathe Out. I’m glad I decided to take a shower.