I realize that I'm not going to get much sympathy from anyone who's had to wear glasses most of their lives, but I was bummed to have to buy a pair of reading glasses this evening. I can see far away just fine, and I can still read a computer screen. But my near vision is too poor to read anything close up, such as when I try to read in bed. The main reason I've loathed getting any kind of eye wear is that I tremendously dislike the idea of keeping up with a pair of glasses and having to take them on and off throughout the day. But, after not needing them for the first forty odd years of my life, I also feel that they're a slap in the face with the reality of aging and the general physical decline that goes with it. Unfortunately, I've made the decision to not seek the shelter of mother's little helper, so I have to face the facts soberly.
Rubbing One Out
I got a massage at a walk-in place after work. (Fuck you, budget!) I justified the expense as complementing the strength training I've been adding to my cardio routine. The guy did a great job, even if I feel as if I'd been hit by a truck. It hurt like hell while he worked on me, but I'm sure a lot of knots got taken care of.
