Two Hundred Twenty-Three

I haven’t tried it, but I wonder how Spanish tapas and dry sherry would taste for breakfast? I think it’s the sherry that has me a little concerned. I’ve never liked booze in the morning (with the very rare exception of a bloody mary or a screwdriver or mimosa); but it might be worth a shot. Who’s with me?

But I can’t pursue the idea further until my vision improves. Yesterday’s cataract surgery did not instantly transform my right eye into a high-resolution-camera-equivalent. My vision is better than it was before, without glasses, but not by a lot. I hope the clarity improves dramatically in short order. I visit the ophthalmologist around mid-day today; perhaps I’ll get answers.

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"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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