So I finally acknowledged a little of the inevitable myself. I bought a pair of reading glasses: my 47th-birthday present to myself.
I don't typically need them, even for reading. But, trying to see what the name of the color was on the base of a tube of lipstick on Friday, it was clear that the fine print now eludes me.
I have been told at eye exams that I have "better than" 20-20 vision. It seems that I will need to schedule another eye exam.