I detailed my disgust with my lousy eyesight around two months ago in this post. I'm barreling toward middle age and it's about time that I face that fact. Vanity is great and all, but there reaches a point where it's just more important to see than it is to pathetically cling to the last remaining shreds of early adulthood.
I reached that point tonight. I finally bought readers this evening and I'm amazed at how much I already love them! It seems that my memory is also suffering from my rapidly advancing age because I'd quite forgotten just how much I enjoy being able to read anything even remotely resembling fine print.
I find that I often can't hear what my husband says when he's in the living room and I'm in the kitchen so this begs the following question: Is an ear horn next?