By some cruel push of fate, the anti-glare coating on my glasses–a five layer coating over the lenses which makes for clearer images–began dissolving, leaving splotches and tears. First a lone mark appeared; others followed shortly after. In just days, wearing them was like walking in a snow storm. No matter how careful I was with the lenses, the damage spread like a bacteria colony.

So clinging to the old and busted were out of the question. Couldn’t take any more headaches. The optometrist ordered a new pair of glasses, spiffy ones, too. But the new hotness will not arrive until Saturday. Which left me half-blind. Or did it?
I dug out an old pair of prescription glasses, the lenses in perfect condition. Only one problem. They were sunglasses. And not just any sunglasses. These bad boys have special polarized forty-five percent tint. Maximum protection–even in tropical environments.

Right now a veil of blackness shrouds every surface. On the plus side, objects are clear. And I can stare right into the sun without flinching.