I searched the house for my glasses this morning. Eventually, I found them on the ground outside in the backyard, where they had been all night.
I took them off to read the phone while standing in the backyard waiting for the dog to do her business so we could both go to bed. Usually, when I take off my glasses to read, I tuck them into the neck of my shirt. But I wasn’t wearing a shirt, so I tucked the arm of my glasses into the pocket of my shorts, and then I promptly forgot about them. They fell on the ground while I was putting the dog to bed.
Eyeglasses are amazing engineering. They are made of glass and fragile wire, but they’re tough little tanks. I abuse the hell out of mine and they’re fine.