Reading glasses

So I'm starting to always pull out my reading glasses to read something. I can only squint for so long. It's weird, but I swear that my eyes have changed drastically in the last 5 weeks. Initially, I really had a hard time seeing anything clearly. Up close was fuzzy, across the room was fuzzy, driving was fuzzy (which was one reason why I didn't drive initially).  Now my driving is fine, but I can read green with white road signs much better than I can read others. Thank you US Interstate uniformity for figuring that out. Now my reading glasses help up close, and I can focus better on the far when I take them off. 

Grief. It does weird things to your head and your eyes and your heart and your body. 

I just wish that I had some reading glasses (or, Hell, any kind of glasses) that would make my heart see clearer. 

I am having a hard time deciphering moods. Even my own. I'm having a harder time deciphering Lib's moods--when it's going to be okay; when we are heading for a full-blown melt down. I can't even predict that for myself, who am I fooling?

I'd like glasses that would give me a compass to where I need to go. 

I'd like glasses that would show me what I should do in any given situation. 

I'd like glasses that would melt away the fogginess sometimes. (Other times I like the fact that the fog softens the harsh reality.)

And I'd like fortune telling glasses and a time machine to go back to August or early September. I'd like to prevent what happened. 

Libby has a Harry Potter time-turner. Oh how I wish it was real.