Seeing the world begin requires several pairs of reading glasses. Photo: Mitch Teich Mar 13, 2021 — Mitch TeichOut of sight There was a time when the first thing I reached for on my nightstand was the snooze bar. That was before I decided eleven inches were too far to reach from my pillow, and I started using the alarm on my watch. Also, my bedside clock is a blur. Which is why the first thing I reach for on my nightstand these days is my reading glasses. It’s another drumbeat in the inevitable march through middle age, but compared to all of its compatriots – rogue eyebrows, tweaking my back while sneezing – I’m OK with the change in my eyesight.