After years of Christian inculcation, I am wary of the sentimentality of the term "miracle," and yet I am not surprised that lots of people use the word, and indeed, I just have, to describe my reaction to the vision surgery I just had.

The surgery itself was over in a jif, and barely uncomfortable. The early recovery period was uncomfortable, but I was able to sleep most of it off.

Turns out that while the nation-wide chain, TLC, advertise having performed Tiger Woods' surgery (eyes famous for requiring a certain precision), the tech at my eye doctor's office insists that Dr. Witten, my own surgeon, was the doctor who performed it, and his tech called my doctor yesterday to report that my surgery went remarkably well. So all that is a good sign.

After 24 hours, my right eye sees 20/20; my left eye, 20/35: Healing is expected to continue over the course of the week.

At the moment, I experience my vision as being better than it was with contacts. Tiny miracles indeed.