Madness Wind & Strange Nights

Main deal since the eye injection on Wednesday is to try to ensure dust especially, and water and anything else, doesn’t get in the eye.

Just have to play extremely safe and wait it out.

The winds up here are abominable. I hate them with a passion, each day. Thoroughly disconcerting and relentlessly bruising my attention.

My eyesight has improved and I can read smaller characters now, if the gunk flicks or swings or slides out of the way.

I’m afraid I’ll have the willow branches for months, which is a depressing thought.

At this stage I think I’ll stay up, closer to the hospital if needed, and go back Sunday.

Strange events at 1AM last night. A car pulled in and idled noisily for over an hour. Another one accompanying, I later found out. Something most unusual going on.

I got dressed, shoes on, in case.

Not tonight, please. I need to heal.

The car’s lights turned on and off irregularly.

The feeling near the lake was foul.

Then up Mt Ainslie after checking out Wakefield Ave where the fire pharmacy was, and then around the front where Mark and I got lollies and fireworks andzero farther along, Friday fish and chips from the Greeks.

Philip shops and offices and residences to which I walk from the hospital, taken from Mt Ainslie, 100X zoom.

And this?

Back at Bungendore now and hoping for an uneventful night.