However that may be, I feel like improving today’s opportunity and wind up. During the last two years I have sent out, in the lulls of illness and exhaustion, certain chirps⁠—lingering-dying ones probably (undoubtedly)⁠—which now I may as well gather and put in fair type while able to see correctly⁠—(for my eyes plainly warn me they are dimming, and my brain more and more palpably neglects or refuses, month after month, even slight tasks or revisions).