A Poke in the Eye

Running down the driveway, I spotted Bethany and Linda out on their run. They were hunting for signs of Taffy at the same time, but there were none. I talked with them a bit before heading out on my own.

The route from yesterday was almost the same, but the 5% of treacherous area had solidified; my feet stayed dry. With my screw shoes on, I stayed upright (my knee is quite spectacular after yesterday's fall, but function uncompromised).

When I had most of the miles I wanted, I decided to do a little bush-whacking to see if I could see signs of predators coming close to our houses from the field where most of the tracks are. I only found one set that lead in to Linda's brush toward the back of her house. It was very slow going; the snow was not packed at all and there were lots of prickers. I concentrated on following the tracks, but looked up to check where I was going and BAM! A stick right in the eye. Well, it was more of a twig, but it didn't feel good. I continued on and came out at behind Linda's. I saw Bethany through the window. I tapped on it and report my findings to her. Then complained about the twig in the eye. She said it was red.

I ran back to my house and directly to a mirror. Yup, I got a good poke in the eye. Luckily it was just to the side of the iris. In an hour, it really felt fine, but, just to be sure, I consulted a good friend of Linda's who is an eye doctor. He said was reassuring. Close call.

Unfortunately, Taffy is still missing.