My wife and I were at the vet with one of our cats Saturday morning.  My wife studied my coat.  "You have a stain," she said.  She frowned.  Stains are on my wife's enemies list.  "There's another one.  You need to clean your coat."

She looked up at me.  "What happened to your eye?"

"My eye?"

"Your eye is red.  It looks like you broke a blood vessel.  You should go look at it in the restroom mirror."

I shrugged it off.  My eye felt fine.  So it's a little red.  I hadn't noticed anything that morning.  She, I concluded, was exaggerating.

Hours later, I looked at my eye in the mirror.

Yowza!  It appeared someone had drawn a vial of blood an poured it into the right side of my left eye.  The levee broke and red covered the white except for a small island. 

I read up on them online.  There's not pain or discomfort, no change in my vision.  It just happened.  I'll give it ten days, two weeks. 

Then we'll see.

Meanwhile, when I turn my head and eyes in certain ways, I have a quite devilish look.  It has its own charm in a way.

Don't think I'll keep it, though.