It’s official.
I’m old.
I know this because today was the day I was prescribed bifocals.


While I’m looking forward to being able to read again, I do not care for what this signifies. A few gray hairs, that I didn’t mind. But bifocals…that signifies the beginning of the end.

Just hand me my walker, give me my Metamucil, and get outta my way.

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