Polly Want a Cracker?

Here I sit, impatiently waiting for the mail to arrive with hopes that my new contact lenses will be in it. My last pair of lenses didn’t hold me over through the limbo time between prescriptions, my current pair of glasses (from TWO prescriptions ago) are giving me a headache, and my new glasses at Lenscrafters were a special order, meaning they will take two weeks instead of the usual one hour to be ready. *sigh* In the midst of all this, I can’t help but be just a little thankful to be living in an age when technology often trumps natural selection for us humans. In another epoch, I’d have been a predator’s hors d’oeuvre - a pterodactyl’s amuse-bouche, if you will. I’d never see it coming. (“Ohh, what a pretty bird!”)