My Amazon order of “Libman Nitty Gritty Roller Mop” has shipped. And my hundred-pack of cheap condoms. Not that I will need that many, but a surplus is better than a deficit. Also on order: one pair of toddler Chuck Taylors (velcro) and a six-pack of little boy undies. No Disney characters, please.
I’m fast approaching middle age, with the order history to prove it. My dad told me once that inside he still felt like a young man; it was his body that couldn’t keep up. I remember my discomfort that aging could sneak up on a person like that. My mind trying to relax into continuity, while my cells start revolting in the dark.
But clean floors have become more important to me than they were when I was twenty. My baby scoots around on them and comes up coated in dirt. And yes, contraception is as important as ever, though now for different reasons. I keep doing things exactly the same, but the ramifications change. And my body, a shifting mystery, can no longer be trusted.