During a meeting yesterday, I took off my glasses only to find the temple had fully and completely separated from the rim. I’d noticed something was loose earlier in the morning. Fortunately, I was able to find my backup pair (which don’t have a current prescription) bundle up (it’s pretty cold here right now) and head over to Wabash Ave (home of Chicago’s Jeweler’s Row). A watch repairman can repair anything. There’s a teeny, tiny screw someplace in the apartment. I’ll probably find it in a couple of years.