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I’ve been wearing glasses since I was twenty.

I’ll be fifty shortly.

That means things can be rounded off to thirty years.

I’m nearsighted, meaning things get fuzzier as they get farther away, but about three years ago, I had to bite the bullet and move to multi-focals. Sure, I could have gone to just bifocals with that ugly line across the middle, but in for a penny, in for a pound, right? They took a bit of getting used to, but I’m happy with the result. You see, it was affecting my reading. The book, or ebook capable device, was staring to have to get farther from my face for the print to be as clear.

The message at the time was, here’s your prescription, things look pretty stable, come back in two years. Clearly, I lost track of time since it took me three to get back in to see the eye doctor.

The good news is that my prescription didn’t change much. The bad news is that it did change. Not enough to be worth new glasses unless I was going to get them anyway, though, and since I did some before my last set of benefits ran out, I’m probably not right away.

Still, it’s a reminder that I’m getting older. Vision is good, but not as good as it used to be.

I think there’s a song in there somewhere, even though I generally hate country music. I’m not as good as I once was, but I’m as good once as I ever was.

Or something like that.

Stay safe and be well, everyone.

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