A surprising juxtaposition of the seventeenth century with classical times.
Made a visit to an ophthalmologist yesterday (should have done it before the stroke) and received a good report. My prescription needs only tweaking and I don't have to make a follow-up visit for two years. That two years sounded awfully good to me. I think it's the first time that someone said anything that even resembled a belief that I was going to be around in two years. I have been getting some really positive feedback lately—doctors are starting to schedule follow-ups at longer intervals and the last time I made a round of visits, every doctor remarked that I was looking really well.