Longing for a lubricated life

I had a family wedding in Atlanta last weekend. Three days away from home, and then six days in recovery. It didn't used to be like this. I used to be able to break routine and then slide right back in. It's as if the post-menopausal vagina (dry as all get-out) becomes a metaphor for one's entire post-menopausal life. No easy sliding. No just slipping in and out. Sigh. I miss a lubricated life.