Oftentimes I write about something here but then neglect to post about future developments. This is one advantage of in-person friendships - it's much easier to follow-up on things. "Whatever happened with such-and-such?" you can ask. "Oh my gosh, I never told you? Okay, so..." With blogging, the impetus is much more on the person to tell the ending, and I'm not very good at doing that.

There's one follow-up (to eye-yi-yi) I've been meaning to post, and so while I'm at it there are a few other recent posts I should provide updates on as well.

Eye-yi-yi. You may remember that at my eye appointment last year, I was informed that I would need bifocals "in the next several years." Well, apparently I deteriorated even more rapidly than my doctor imagined possible, because at my appointment last month, a mere year later, he said that I need them now. Can you imagine how difficult it is to tease my husband about being so OLD when I am, in fact, wearing BIFOCALS? When I expressed this concern to my doctor, he said reassuringly, "They'll be progressive lenses, so there won't be any line. No one needs to know." Good point, except that I just went and told the Internet.

To care for someone. This one is sad. The husband passed away just before Christmas. Not long before his death, his wife broke her hip. Considering how difficult that can be for an elderly person to recover from, I wonder if she won't soon follow him.

Rival of the fittest. Within a week of this post, my Wii Fit Age went down to 22! I am so determined to keep it there that I haven't done a Body Test since, for fear it will go back up. In a related follow-up, I can no longer touch my toes. But now that I'm doing yoga again, I think I'll eventually get that back.

Dead serious. William (who has a new development of his own!) asked about this in the comments a few posts ago. The knife block is still stashed away in the pantry. I can't bring it back into the kitchen because I fear that simple act will re-ignite the whole thing in my subconscious. Rob is understandably disgruntled by this. But isn't it a small sacrifice to make for sleeping safely? I think so.