Forward, Into Life's Middle With 'A Short Length of Rope for Securing Something'

Considering my recent accessorization / augmentation of my glasses with a lanyard – befitting my greying temples – to be a signal of my acceptance / acquiesence of the transition into my middle years. Either that or I'm just tired of losing said glasses, a possibility which made the lanyard, a $2.00 bit of black rope with elastic loops, seem like a more sound investment than some tag / bluetooth-enabled homing device, etc etc. Picked it up the same day that I filled my prescription for the CGM / Libre – the lanyard worked a lot better out of the box than that first Libre sensor did (still calibrated, with sensor number two; five+ days until the dreaded swap for a new one and my fear that said transition will be more similar to the first attempt than to the second) and I haven't wasted multiple eternities hunting for misplaced plastic eyes in over a week.

(Note: I treat the lanyard like my slippers and don't wear it out of the house. Recluse-wear, not for public consumption. (Perhaps the day I wear it in public will be the day of total acceptance/acquiesence?) That said, should I ever be faced with the opportunity to own an antique shop or to help De Niro-in-RONIN get a bullet out of his gut, I've got the look covered.)