Well, that's not strictly true. I'm better than 30K words into Nuevo Mexico, and that despite having two cataract surgeries and a torn rotator cuff over the past six weeks, including a half dozen appointments with various doctors. I won't bore you with further detail, but the combination has slowed me down, and continues to do so.
I was amused, though, when the cataract experience brought to mind something from back in the day, when I was working in community mental health. As a corollary to the saying, "seeing the world through rose-colored glasses," I would sometimes liken the experience of depression to "seeing the world through shit-colored glasses."
That simile took on new meaning after the first cataract procedure, on my left eye. After that, white objects took on an almost blue hue when viewed through the new artificial lens. Meanwhile, my right eye, to be operated on two weeks later, was still seeing the world in a sepia tint, the deleterious effect of the cataracts. It was an unexpected experience. At this point, both eyes see whiter whites and brighter colors. Go figure.
Then there's the torn rotator cuff, a sheet muscle that stretches over the shoulder joint. SIGH. It begins to be a distraction after about thirty minutes at the keyboard. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.