Me too. Where is it now? Under pillow or blanket or on the floor? Get over here, dammit.
I've eyes fixed (well, that's another story that I remember you know about) after cataracts and see New Yorker print best at exactly one foot away (no, not all the art and music stuff in the front, which requires some visualizing obsession), but the rest of the articles. This is sometimes a giant fail that is followed by scrambling and flopping.
All this is better than trying to balance thick hardbacks. No, not guys, books.