My eyesight is failing…I’m kind of annoyed by this because I was braggish for so long watching all my friends and colleagues put “readers” on their face in their late 40’s and 50’s…and there I was striding well into fifty-hood without a blink.
Alas…you know when it hit? When I went to read the alcohol content on a bottle of Wofford Acres ridiculously delish desert wine (Late Harvest Viognier – Aldonza)…as if a lower alcohol content would allow me to drink much much more.
Yea right. Because just like my eyes not stepping up to the task like they used to, my metabolism says “don’t even THINK about a second glass”. Fortunately, I don’t need my metabolism to drive a vehicle or operate heavy machinery.