In yet another reminder that I'm not, in fact, getting younger, I am now the proud owner of my first pair of bifocals.
Out of sympathy, they don't actually call them "bifocals" anymore. They call them "progressive lenses." As if you're somehow progressing. Progressing toward death.
As I was taking my contacts out for the exam I looked in their close-up mirror and saw some tiny spider veins on my face. Yikes. Must've been a piece of lint.
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