Eyestrain. I should have known I'd get it. My screen pixel size made the words too tiny for processing story-revisions. This morning I remembered I could change it, and now I see e-mails, blog posts and documents hugely. Yet my eyelid muscles still suffer a tic, like that of Inspector Clouseau's nemesis in the Pink Panther movies. Well, maybe not as bad as his.
I'm leaving computers behind, though, on Thursday. We'll head north for a family reunion. People long missed, nature's beauty, traffic and idea-triggers await.
It's time, because my eyes sure need a rest.
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I've been consumed for a few years by care for my parents, so writing has fallen by the wayside. In and for my heart, this has become a ...
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I've been consumed for a few years by care for my parents, so writing has fallen by the wayside. In and for my heart, this has become a ... -
She stands between the window sill and their bed. When I pass by, her back is to the open door. She stands a long while. He is away at an ...
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Very pretty site! Keep working. thnx!
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