They split in half. There was no resurrecting them. I had no backup. It was late in the day. I live in a small town. I can't see a foot in front of my face clearly without them.
What to do? After considering the options in town, Mr. Field Notes and I decided to drive to the nearest city rather than having me wear old contacts from 6am to 10 pm every night for the next two weeks while the local vision outfitters did their thing. Every place in town, and there were only three, said it would take 10-14 days for them to produce new glasses for me as they mail them all out to be cut somewhere else.
Fortunately the Lens Crafters 100 miles away was open until nine.
We ate mall food for dinner. It was bad, but I can see again.
Today I am seeing through new lenses and looking out onto the new dining room table that was delivered today. Mr. Field Notes and I had been scoping new ones out and finally pulled the trigger on Monday. It's dark and a modern, but still rustic blend of Pottery Barn / Pier 1 style.
I also picked up a new jasmine plant, fully budded and ready to bloom. I re-potted it yesterday and can't wait for spring to see if the one I transplanted outside made it through the winter. The new plant smells heavenly – if there were such a place, jasmine is what it would smell like.