(i)dent(i)t(i)es

I lost my passport the other day – left it in a spring garden where cupped tulips held yolky sun drops.  It's a hassle to apply for a new one, but I'm sad that all my stamps are gone. They are in some ways the only signifiers of those hurried land crossings and late nights in foreign airports that seem now somehow not real.

But I got my New York driver license in the mail, finally.

Terese (once YupNo, once Candice), left for Seattle. Long distance relationships suck, especially when the distance doesn't really matter.

But she'll be back in July.

A recruiter emailed me a standard email that reads "While we carefully reviewed your background and experience, unfortunately we do not currently have a position available which is a strong match at this time." Which sucks, because it was my dream job.

But after a couple of phone calls, emails, and a two-months hiatus, an email arrived that says "Sorry for the delay in getting back.  The position was finally approved and I wanted to see if you might be free next week..." Which is good, because this could be a dream job.

My mom calls to say that Dad has been falling down a lot and that maybe she should be a full-time stay-at-home caretaker.  I asked for the family doctor's opinion.  She gave me some additional tips to get the broth for pho just right.

It comes and goes. I showered this morning and noticed a lot of dead skin swirling down the drain.  But my nails are getting long. Time for a cut, and a coffee.