I've just received my first pair of glasses. I wouldn't have thought that I needed them, but the Almighty Optometrist needs to pay for his Beemer, so I dutifully bought the bits of metal and glass he was hawking. After many eye tests that included a spit-and-polish of my eyeball (or so it seemed), and being nearly blinded by bright lights shone directly into my eyes (wasn't my mother forever warning me against doing such things?) I was ushered to an area that was wall-to-wall glasses where a rather short, wide, trollish looking woman was looking at me with expectation. Likely she was seeing an easy mark and a nice commission. So I sit down there with a thousand eyeless glasses staring at me and she starts bringing over handfuls of frames for me to look at. It seemed I sat there for four years looking over frames.
So the tests were a week ago and today I have glasses perched upon my nose. I hate to admit it, but these words do seem sharper and my head hurts less after long session at the computer. The bad news is that my choice of glasses appears to have been.....epic fail. Ah well, there are worse things than looking like one's grandmother. Here's a pic, just to give y'all a laugh.