not there....

Yesterday afternoon, I found myself involuntarily reaching out to push the glasses I no longer wear back up my nose. I suppose it's hardly surprising, given that I wore them for the best part of thirty years. All the same, it was still something of a surprise to find them not there as I reached out to adjust them.

I suppose this kind of vestigial feeling must be similar to that experienced by people who lose a limb, although presumably it's infinitely preferable to reach out for glasses that you no longer need than to look for an arm you no longer have.

Life without glasses is good.