Getting Older Sucks

I'm sitting here with my new glasses -- progressive lenses with both distance and reading correction.  This is the first time I've ever needed correction for distance.  While I can still see the writing on the sides of planes flying overhead, I have trouble reading the print on the TV.  And so it begins....  I've been warned in trying to get used to them that I shouldn't take them off and I should not look down while walking down steps.  Short of getting a white stick and a dog, I'm doing well...

The cheeses (and there were four, not three as I erroneously reported) that I had at Sweet Melissa's Cafe in Sanibel (where Marge set fire to her dessert menu) were:  Ubriaco (an Italian cow cheese); Petite Vaccerinus (a Swiss cow cheese that was like an over-ripe brie); Boucheron (a French goat cheese); and La Peral (a Spanish sheep cheese).  I'm going to try to replicate the raisin baguette served with the cheeses.  I think it might have been made with an Earl Grey tea.  I'll let you all know how this turns out.

Speaking of Earl Grey, I've  been drinking a lot of hot tea lately. (It's bitter cold; this shouldn't be shocking). Two I had while we were in Florida are not sold ANYWHERE around here.  Wouldn't you know that I'd find them on Amazon.com?   Who'd have thought?   One is a decaffeinated black ceylon and the other is an African nectar.  Both are yum and I've already ordered both.