Dumb, dumb, dumb

I woke at 3:30 by the itching of the bites from all the insects that find Rick and I delicious. He was not awake.

I decided to take my iPad into the snore room and listen to Max Keiser.

No matter how I stared at the screen I couldn't make out the percentage of space left. It was too dark and the symbol and letters could not be finger-enlarged.

Good God, not my eyesight going too?

Then I realised that instead of putting on my glasses that had been on the night table next to my bed, I had put on my dark glasses.

As soon as I took them off, the graphic and numbers were in perfect view.

Dumb, dumb, dumb!