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Until ten minutes ago, I was certain today was Sunday. I do remember yesterday, so I was obviously thinking I needed a second Sunday. I even know why I needed a second Sunday. Most of yesterday was fine, but the only bit of it that felt at all like a Sunday was the time I spent online with my best friend. In fact, yesterday felt exactly like a Monday.

By the power invested in me (which is great, if undefined) today is Sunday and yesterday was Monday and tomorrow will see a return to normal calendrical operations.

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I have a new article up at Bibliobuffet. It's about history in fiction. Also about painting. It was nearly triple the length because I had so much to say.

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I keep forgetting that my eyesight is more limited than it was last year. It feels the same unless I'm very tired, because my eyes have mostly compensated. How they compensate, however, is by creating patterns for me to interpret. They join the dots. If the dots don't make sense, then my eye and brain will conspire to create more dots so they can be joined in a pleasing fashion. Typos in proper names are a particular bugbear - I see a correct name even when it's not correct if the bad sector of my vision sees the name. In other words, I need to work harder to find typos because my eyes will tell me things that aren't quite true.

I suspect my eyes have always done this. That all our eyes do this. I suspect, too, that there's a story in this. Right now, though, it's frustrating, because skills I had taken for granted now take a lot of work.