I'll be seeing you

Don't be alarmed; this is not goodbye. I'm not stopping the blog. I'm not suicidal.

My new glasses arrived (after only five business days, I might add, not the 10 originally told to me), and -- wonder of wonders -- I can see! Better than I have seen in years. Well, okay, months.

The lenses are very thick, thicker than ever. Kind of like moi, I suppose. It's amazing how much and how rapidly my vision changed (deteriorated) in just two years.

I was kidding about me being thicker than ever. Actually, I have lost weight, about 40 pounds since June 2019. If you must know, my current weight is 198 pounds (British, 14 stone).

And a smattering of applause was heard from the peanut gallery.

It was nothing. Well, actually it was something, and what it was was a lot of hard work and stick-to-it-iveness. Pushing away from the table. Laying down the fork.

These new glasses are single-vision. No more bifocals or trifocals for me. The doctor said I could see so well up close using my eyes alone (fancy that!) that it would be a waste of time and money to give me bifocals. All I have to do now is whip the glasses from my face any time I want to read something up close.

'Tis only a minor inconvenience. Maybe I'll suspend them on a rope/twine/thread and hang them around my neck.

Time will tell.

In the meantime, don't make a spectacle of yourself.