My hair stylist asks me if I’ve noticed a texture change in my hair, since I’ve gotten older, have I noticed the fact that I’ve grown a full bowl cut of post partum hair under my other hair, do I want to do anything about my grays.

My eye doctor asks me if I’ve noticed yet that it’s hard to read up close, at nearly 43 that part’s coming, am I interested in discussing reading glasses. I’m a house, being inspected.

My dentist tells me my fillings are old, and might need to be replaced soon. He then checks my gums, and mouth, just in general. He pauses to look at me, really look at me, both of us through our weird protective goggles. You’re doing a great job at home.

He means brushing, but I take it globally. I almost have to take my snowboarding glasses off, the ones I don’t need to see, so I can make sure he sees how much that meant to me. Grays poking out of the top of my head like pipe cleaners, I thank him.