I fell headlong in love with a new lotion about a month ago. It is from Johnson & Johnson, and it is a lavender scented variety...very soothing for nighttime application. I am not certain that it is specifically marketed for non-infants. It is, essentially, baby oil in lotion form...which, besides being mind-boggling, is a whole lot cleaner.

And, it's effective. I often find my fingers coming in contact with my skin and becoming quizzical. "Egads! Is that a baby's bottom!?" But, no...it's usually just a forearm or something. I noticed the other day that I was running low in the bottle that I keep in the bathroom, and chewed my lip a bit. "That went awfully fast," I ruminated. I'm nothing, if not logical, which balances the innate silliness quite well, and questioned the future of my Johnson & Johnson affair.

I was fresh from a shower and lotioning when Brenda came to see me last night. She called from the curtain-drawn threshold, "May I come in?" The woman used to change my diapers and administer baths, but I thought it fair to warn her just the same. It's altogether possible that I've changed appearance in the last twenty-some years.

"Uh...I'm naked."

"Ok, well I'm setting a bottle of lotion here [on a table just inside the door]," she said from around the corner...then she paused. "It's not exactly  the same as the one you have in the bathroom, but it's similar." Another pause. "I've been using it."