Those errors, since corrected, remind me this morning that my editing eye must be officially closed for the duration.
What I hope is not, what I hope is wide open, is the "inward eye," the one that helps me notice all the hues in pool water, the liquidity of the cerulean, the merging of the teal and the turquoise, the azure and the ultramarine.
That's the part of me switched off too often, the part bypassed for efficiency's sake. And oh, how I want to reawaken it!