Judy and the Lobe

Whilst puttering through town in a friend's vehicle last weekend I spotted my former work wife Judy and her husband Kevin crossing the street in front of us so I rolled down my window and yelled "Get out of the road!" and they both stopped walking and looked at me like I was a complete and total nut-job and then they realized who it was and that their gut reactions were accurate and I was like "Judy, let's get together this week!" and she was like "Okay fine whatever you crazy idiot." so this afternoon we partook in a lovely catch-up stroll along the Embarcadero with one another and at the end of it I snapped a selfie of Judy and my gigantic left earlobe.

This certainly isn't the first time one of my lobes has stolen the spotlight.

All Over Again

I had a sudden urge to call my mom today.

And for one brief moment I'd forgotten it wasn't possible.

I was scanning a stack of papers at work and it reminded me of a summer job I had digitizing old property documents at her title insurance company when I was in high school. I would get home at night and she'd ask me how my day had gone and I would complain about how crappy their scanner was and today I was excited to call her up to celebrate the recent advances in scanning technology because it would have made her smile.

Then I remembered I couldn't.

And it was like losing her all over again.

I think that's been the hardest part about my mom dying, the fact that she comes back all the time, but only in ways that will never be enough.

2018 Corey

I did quite a few things today (went on a hike, got my hair cut, saw a play) but I'm not gonna write about any of them because it's almost 8:30 and apparently 2018 Corey needs a minimum of ten hours of sleep per night.

To make up for that, however, here is a picture of the Golden Gate Bridge which I snapped whilst on a run/walk with my friend Steve this afternoon.

For what it's worth, the aforementioned bridge isn't red, it's International Orange, and maybe tomorrow I'll write something worthy of your time.