So after a lifetime of terrible vision, I had an operation (ICL for those who need to know this sort of thing), and now I can see and it’s kinda weird.
Cool weird, though.
Anyway, for the last week or so I have been adjusting to life as a regular human who doesn’t fumble around, and can’t see their fingers perfectly when they are 1 centimetre from their eyes. Yeah, had to relearn to put in eye drops….
I was slightly worried that with the delay I would run late on the Giftling Novel, even though I built in a lot of cushion time. But all looks good, and I’m running through a final pass now. I’ve read this book so many times that right now it looks like the worst thing to ever have been worded, but this is a common writer-feel around about this point, so I’m just taking deep breaths and tweaking.
In less cool news, the elderly cat now needs a chair to get up to her food bowl, and that makes me sad. I can’t with pets any more. They get old and die and it’s like someone stabbed you through the heart, so you go out and get a new pet so you can get stabbed all over again. Humans.