OK, I admit it

I need new glasses. The headaches, nausea, difficulty focusing at any distance, and browser fonts set so large I have to scroll constantly--these suggest the need for a new prescription. Forty-two may be the answer to life, the universe, and everything, but it's also the age where my eyes are taking a dive in accuity. I think I'll rest for a couple of days and be back with you Wednesday morning. Peace.