I'm glad to hear about your eye, sans the grit. I thought I'd cut myself just below the eye on the edge of a protruding box flap—It's a big box, and I was bending down to put contents from it on the floor. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't see anything, so it was just the unpleasantness of cardboard scraping along my face, I guess.

Now, that I've had my eye incident, too, we need to look for another since these events always travel in threes, right? Celebrity deaths and accidental eye (or near eye) experiences. That's a thing, right? :)