Spoor of the Bookworm

By Bookworm1962

A very quiet day. Sleeping through my alarms and wasting precious daylight is becoming too much of a fixture. Like a lot of things it's a symptom of the lost ground of January in my struggle back to human status. I felt I was slowly making progress until the nonsense with my cataracts threw everything out of kilter. Rather than castigating myself I am trying to just get things back on track, I need to do better than today though.

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