Don’t get me wrong, I am the first person to value, and promote progressives. It’s just that some things, while generally beneficial, are not the answer for every situation. And when wrong—things can go wrong quickly and in unexpected ways.

Rick and I have just finished installing a largish tongue and groove ceiling. Overhead work is always a bitch—but we’re getting on in years, and that kind of work poses extra challenges. Even though it’s at the ceiling, it’s actually close work. But my eyeglasses are backwards to the cause. In order to see close up, I have to strain my neck waaaaay back because the close-up part of the prescription is at the very bottom of the lens. This leads to neck and back strain—which, in my case, leads to bruxism. It makes me grind my teeth.

That brought me to the dentist, which is leading to a new night guard (splint), and possibly two crowns. We’ll see. In the meantime, my progressive lenses may well contribute to a monarchy—two crowns.