Life has become somewhat "interesting" lately.

There is a comfort in routine and predictability.  While not boring, the days have a familiar feel about them like footsteps on a well worn path.  There is a certain comfort in knowing that next week will be just like this week, except for those things we choose to change.

Of late though, the Chaos Theory seems to have taken hold somewhat and the future has become an unknown land where our paths seem to taken on a random quality.

It all started of course with a simple eye test.  It was a test I had been putting off for no other reason than indifference.  My sight was fine, but I just felt that maybe there could be a little improvement, and one afternoon I made the appointment, simply because I had nothing else planned for the following day.  Herself said she'd tag along more for the drive than anything.

Since then, we have had a string of appointments, clinics, visits to opthalmologists [or whatever you call ’em] and eye consultants.  Herself has to go for some extra special eye measurements in the imminent future is is already booked in for surgery next month.  In the meantime, my simple eye-test threw up some questions that concerned them and I have to head off for an in depth eye-exam today.  And seeing as they are poking around in my eyes, I won't be able to drive after which adds another "interesting" dimension.

What concerns me is not any thought of potential surgery but the whole rigmarole starting again where I become the victim of the whirlwind of consultants, clinics and eye specialists.  I hate appointments.  They chain my free spirit.

So if anyone is wondering why my posting has been a little erratic lately, and why my attention to comments is leaving a lot to be desired, it's because I have been somewhat distracted.  That's the problem with Chaos – even on the days it doesn't affect me directly, it affects me indirectly.

I think I need a holiday.