I used to feel a bit of a twinge of discomfort when I listed an emergency contact on a form. It felt as if I couldn't really be a grownup if I still listed my mother. On Monday it hit me. I don't have an emergency contact anymore. It's something I've thought about as a likely occurrence sometime in my future. Say in another twenty years or so. But not now. I can figure out some practical solution easily enough. But the thought sure was sobering.