Enough is enough

A familiar place, a familiar aggravation.

The ability to see/read a row of alphabets is the ticket to "normalcy". Is this better now?  Or was the one before the previous one better? I don't know. I don't want to care.

A strange heavy contraption rests on the nose as lens after lens is imposed on my eyes one at a time.

The mission is noble but intolerable all the same. Let me go. I am perfectly happy with my old glasses. Sort of.

The mid~action pause

Is there a word for when in the thick of important work, an old newspaper is about to be ripped up for some mundane household use and an article catches the eye? If not, there should be. I seem to spend most of my time reading that kind of stuff more intently than what is current.