I say all of this because I too -- setting myself to ledgers at the art-supply store or to my own books and writings in the evening -- have noticed the world blurring a bit at the edges and going soft, if you will. Soft to spare me, I first thought ... then not so much. Soft because my near century-old retinas are telling me that they want a little down-time.
Officially, I need spectacles. Unofficially, I suppose I can use them to read. When I came back, the manager suggested that perhaps I attempt to be a little "more hipster" and I certainly don't know what me means. I am who I am and these fit my face fine. Ultimately, I think, he liked them too. But because of my (only slightly) grievous discovery, I bought myself a consolation prize.
So, consider this a request ... can I take your picture?