Nemesis

Here I am preparing for a new career as a Bond villain.  All I need is a white Persian cat and a volcano lair.

As part of my preparation for this career shift, I’ve had an operation for a cataract.  Which was done in a couple hours in the doctor’s offices, by a specialist flown in from the secret volcano lair known as Seattle.  The procedure  was pain free, though the whining sound of the little saw, or drill, or laser, slicing into my eyeball was just a little disturbing.  (It sounded too much like a dentist’s drill.)

A local anesthetic sent my eyeball entirely to sleep, so much that I couldn’t see anything out of it, including the bright light illuminating the surgery.  Half of my face is still asleep.

But I’m otherwise awake, and able to see the screen when I type.  Which will make it easier to organize my plans, so that I can better explain them to James Bond when I’ve finally secured him in a deathtrap from which he absolutely, positively cannot escape.