I had thought ahead and put a pot roast in the slow cooker before I went to the eye doctor. My new follow up instructions from the doc's office said to lie down for two hours, nose pointed at the ceiling, after arriving back home. Not in those exact words, you understand, but close. So as not to expire of boredom, I turned on the television. The room was dark. I could only listen, not view.
When I woke up (I defy almost anyone not to fall asleep under those circumstances), my mouth was dry and the house smelled like dinner. The cat thought the aroma was some new kind of air freshener.
Before my next eye appointment, I really should get an audio book from the library.