I’m firmly in the Middle Ages. No, not the knights-in-armor or women-in-long-pointy-hats Middle Ages. It’s the middle ages where there’s a new discovery every day: Is that a bunion? Five more chin hairs?
Anyway, the failing eyesight is for me one of the most annoying developments. I’m keenly aware that aging …
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