I've said it before and I'll keep on saying it. Life is so daily. Even when i'm not, it still is. I've lost two days: One, I went to Stratford for a double header. That plus the trip there and back ate up the whole day. Ate me up, too. Two, I was tired, not good for much, nothing to justify my existence. So I must check in today, Day Three, no excuse. (Hello!) I wore a two-piece Tilley dress to Stratford, with a Shetland sweater to protect me from air-conditioning. The Tilley is so old that no one recognizes it as a Tilley Endurable any more, the design is so different. It's old, but then it always has been, almost from its first summer. I bought a new one this summer, one-piece, and it was old the minute I put it on. I usually know that this is something I'll wear forever or until it wears out, whichever comes first. I love instant old clothes, that fit so well or work so well that you'll wear them forever, or until they don't fit you. Most of mine fit because there's leeway in the elastic waistlines. It pays to have leeway.

Well, that was today. Anon, anon.

It's come to this. I have just seen, for the first time, a TV commercial advertising condoms. I'm not shocked or repelled, I'm just shaking my head at how the world has changed in my time. You'll pardon me sounding like an old-timer (I am an old-timer) but in my day girls were embarrassed to buy sanitary napkins at the drugstore. That's why druggists wrapped the box in discreet brown paper so no one would know what the contents were. Hah! As if. Well, times change. For a long time now there have been ads on TV for what in an era before mine were unmentionable but referred to vulgarly as red rags. It's all very hygienic now and models wear white and dance a lot - no - I'm wrong. Incontinence ads are for white and dancing. Oh my, it's hard to keep up. But I was discussing condoms. I remember a joke from just a few years back about two little kids on tricycles meeting on the street and one says to the other, "I just found a condom under the veranda," and the other little kid says, "What's a veranda?" No secrets any more, and no surprises. I'm going to have to do some research.