I recently went back to wearing contact lenses. I was sick of wearing glasses and, short of getting lasik surgery, contacts were my only choice.
The clock radio blares music too early and I make myself roll out of bed and stumble to the kitchen and put water on for coffee. The shower doesn't do much to wake me up. I've got to start getting to bed earlier. I have to hustle to make the van which leaves at 6:40 sharp. I brush my toofers, dress, and pop my contacts in. I pour coffee in the go cup and run out to my truck.
On my way to the parking lot, everything's a blur. I think I must have put my contacts in the wrong eyes. Sitting in my truck I reach up to tweak my contacts and I discover, by force of habit, I had put on my glasses. I take them off and everything becomes crystal clear.