A dream come true, sort of (or why it’s been a bit quiet here recently)

You know, ten years ago I really fancied glasses. I thought they’d rather suit my personae, or perhaps the persona I wanted to project stronger to those who did not know me.

But my eyesight was much too good, so after testing it for three consecutive years, I gave up and only thought wistfully of glasses every now and then. And since I spend ungodly long hours in front of the computer screen as a net crazy journalist, with small ‘breaks’ doing copy-editing and translation,  I thought my eyes were only a bit tired, in need of more rest or perhaps a pair of reading glasses, as I found them protesting so much at the end of my workdays this spring, my ‘extracurricular web activities’, such as blogging, suffered.

Until I saw the optician a week and a half back and found journalisting (or was it blogging?) has made me really short-sighted. So since I picked up a pair of glasses last Friday, I’ve been adjusting to seeing the world SO much clearer (did I really see that badly?) in-between my usual deadlines. It sure took some getting used to, but I’m just about ready to get back on the blogging track today…