I have ten minutes

I have ten minutes between the end of my chemistry class and the beginning of my Alabama Master's class. It has been a long day, but all is good. My wife woke me up at 4:30am this morning so she could get to school before six to grade her tests. I dressed in the dark hoping that I would match. I think I do, but I am a guy. I fell asleep on the couch while Liz, perky morning Liz, was talking to me and putting on her make-up.

Next thing I know, Liz is looking at me funny while staring at my face. She asked me if I feel alright. I say my eye is itchy and I am tired, but I feel fine. She tells me to look in the mirror. I do, and "Holy Cow" my eye is all red and puffy. It looks like I got in a fight or ate bad fish. So I scheduled a meeting with the nurse when I got to school. She does a double take and then asked if I feel fine. The fifty questions came soon after and she eventually put cream on my eye to soothe the itching. Now I have a puffy, red, and shiny eye. Great! The rest of the day I had to explain that I don't know what is wrong with my eye, but I feel fine.

Aye Caramba, Mi Vida Loca! I was in the hospital two weeks ago and now I look like the "Raging Bull" on a bad day. Maybe I should get a "Phantom of the Opera" mask. But, I have ten minutes of no questions and a little peace. Well, I just used my ten minutes to write so now I must go to my Master's class. More looks and more questions. Enjoy your day and be careful of the fish you eat.

Peace,
Al