Getting old

...was what the optometerist tried to politely tell me as an explanation for me now needing reading glasses. I'm having trouble focusing on things close up, but overall my eyes are in pretty good shape. I had a slightly demoralising time to find a pair of frames that a] fit my fat head and b] I could afford. (My faves were the $290 Laura Ashley ones, but, uh, no.) And the kewl purple Dame Edna-esqua pair weren't wide enough for my broad face. So I settled on a nice pair from the cheaper range that were a similar shape to the Laura Ashley ones. Plus they're pale pink. I didn't want to go nuts buying glasses as how can I spend my money on wool (and posting swaps) if I blow it all on unforseen eyeglasses? (no pun intended) Off now to see if I can claim anything through work, given I stare at a computer all day.

Here's Bruce singing about Growin' Up, as opposed to getting old. I prefer to think of it that way.