The value of glasses in the dark

I was tossing and turning in bed last night unable to switch off my brain. In the end I realised I'd have to write down the things Brain wanted to make sure I remembered today.

In the pitch dark I rummaged for the notebook and pen I keep next to the bed, put on my glasses, and jotted notes down.

I expected to find an indecipherable mess this morning but I was pleasantly surprised.

Putting on my glasses obviously helped. My writing in the dark was better than my writing in the light.

And that reminds me: I still haven't contacted Eliz Carr.