A wonderful miracle in everyday life is the finding of a lost contact lens. It's not to be found anywhere; the mind conjures up the necessary ophthalmologist appointment, the complete examination including all the dismal news about macular degeneration, etc., etc, the dread tonometry, the bleariness afterwards, the wait for the new lens or lenses. The money's the least of it; the time's what can't be spared. The brightest flashlights scan the floor, the clothing, the countertop, the sink. Once it was found when the sink trap was opened. And then! it's on the floor--right where it wasn't a minute ago. Where did it come from? where had it been? We'll never know, but all heave a great sigh of relief.
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