if the eyes really are the window to the soul, or at least to the mind, do we really want things constantly popping up in our peripheral vision? or the reflected light from my computer monitor made me look possessed…. and this is the star of the show. our street is always shady and . my husband’s schedule is not consistent, so we can’t rely on him dropping him off every morning. she said, “sometimes, i would request my mum to prepare a lunch box for me, or just have some bread. 