This week's jaunt down Yonge Street was almost uneventful, as Bec and I talked about some major theological quandries. The weather was just amazing - not too hot or humid. It must have been some lucky break, since Monday was sandwiched between two sweltering days.
About a week and a half ago, I found out that Judy died - on May 25. I was checking my email when I came across the news. Immediately I was crestfallen. Just that Monday I was thinking about her. I was hoping to meet up with her, now that we were returning to the sandwich runs at Sanctuary. Just looking forward to having conversations with her and James crossed my mind several times that Monday, but when I heard the news she died the previous Saturday I was saddened.