It's All In The Head

Had a bit of a setback last week.  Happily in the company of my sister's mid-morning, my vision goes double.  I'm no stranger to blurred vision, most of it self-induced when cocktail hour becomes dinner, but 10 AM?  I turned to casually ask how much rum she put in the coffee cake, and her eyes goggled as if I'd called her something totally inappropriate (it's not something you do to my sisters, not if you want to live to see the next sunrise anyway).  Next I know, they're...