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.