Somedays my eyes do better than others. The double vision isn’t as bad and I even sketch without my glasses, getting something that comes close to what I saw.
Even in 2019 I was learning to live with the absence of dependable and repeatable results. Then it would drive me nuts and I would mutter and stomp around the house. (Since it wasn’t the Pandemic Dick wasn’t around to hear me do that; I worked at home before the Pandemic, he only started working at home because of the Pandemic.)
In the intervening time I’ve been able to work out a couple things that help my eye situation. Wearing a long-billed ball cap throughout my waking hours is the number one thing I can do to prolong the time I have with OK vision.
Everything else is up for grabs. But I keep refining things. Trying new things—remind myself to not over work my eyes one day and expect them to be good the next. Sometimes I even taunt myself by not wearing my glasses at all, since they are of little use.
Overall I’m simply grateful I have time and inclination to draw. And that I’m so stubborn.