Blurred and Interesting Times

I had cataract surgeries in December. My eyesight is still bleary. For the first time in my life my near-vision is foggy and sketchy. Words on a computer screen or in a book swim and fade. Words are my addiction. Not being able to write or read comfortably is akin to making an alcoholic take those little white pills that make them throw-up after they drink. Because they will drink. Just as I will read and write. It’s just that much of the enjoyment has been stolen.

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